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darling-answers · 11 months

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If you don’t like the main fic there little just ideas at the bottom of this post. That are friendly

Just brain rot for my two favorite Overwatch women. THIS IS A LESBAIN FANFIC I REPEAT! GET OUT IF YOU ARE A MALE READER.

Trigger warning; Includes Mommy kink! Boob kink! Sorta lactation kink? Pet names, Reader is a Sub! Moira is a Dom, and I put mercy as a Dom to but she can be somewhat of a switch? Slapping of ass, not proof read. There so much other stuff I may of forgotten I apologize

Also I will be referring to Moira as “Mercy Friend.” Sometimes But Crybaby reader already agreed to be in a relationship with both two women’s just usually her small brain forgot that Moira is not only mercy friend but your her girlfriend to, SO THIS IS A YES TO SEX , Non-con is weird and gross and just Disgusting don’t anyone ever dare bring that to my request you will instantly get a ban.

This will be a series if you want more only if you guys want more. This just a huge brainrot 😭😭🏃‍♀️

I REPEAT! NO MINORS! I REPEAT! NO MINORS!

All I can think about is Being such a little crybaby and at the end of the day running into Mercy arms Sobbing to her about how Mean Mercy little friend is, how all Moira was doing today in the lab was calling you a little dumb Bunny who always just cries and cries to Mercy which obviously mercy comforts you and feels you curl up next to her grabbing at her top, and just begging her to tell her lab friend that saying mean things aren’t nice.

Mercy having to tuck you in and let you suckle on her boob just to get you to calm down, petting your head as she lulls you to sleep with that sweet lullaby of hers and just letting you have her boob to suck onto. Once your asleep she will still allow you to be latched onto her until she feels like your in deep enough sleep where she can gently put your head on the pillow.

Right when she gently closes the door to your room, she storms into the lab seeing the very women who brought tears to her girlfriends face, the Menacing Red headed who smirks seeing the very clearly upset look on Angela Face as she lets out a little laugh “ did dear little bunny come running to you again? I’m surprised you didn’t come in here earlier, Mh?” The deep Raspy voice heard throughout the quite cold lab from the Much older women of the two girls.

Angela having a argument between Her and Moira criticizing her for scaring you back into Angela Arms, knowing how sensitive you are, Angela puts it through Moira skull that being mean and insulting you will not get you to come run towards her arms. Moira letting out a Hmmm giving Angela a side eye as she keeps working on her newest test subject acting like she not listening but is in fact more than listening to the angry women.

Waking up whimpering seeing the one women your scared of sitting on the side of your bed, running her sharp nails and slimmer hands throw out your Hair, bending down to give you a kiss on the lips as she nibbles on your lower bottom lip. Her eyes piece yours as she gently tugs at your hair.

Her gently rubbing at your Thighs as she gently parts your legs to dive down into your Pussy, making slow circle motions on your clit, being very mindful of her nails as she bends down to give a little kiss to your stomach that leaves a trail down to your pussy.

Her starting to feast on your cunt holding your legs above her shoulder not stopping even after you cum and beg her to atleast give you a break, poor crybaby you are just having to deal with her both teasing you with stopping right before your orgasm and pushing you to your limits over and over until finally Angela walks in to let out a sigh, hearing you from even down the hallway she walks over to you.

Begging Angela to tell her “friend.” That your so sensitive and just to atleast take a minute break only for a mercy to shush you with putting a gently manicure finger through your lips shushing you until she can get her pants and button shirt off only to take her fingers out of your mouth and lay back against the headboard. Slowly ushering your head towards her boob where you will sit there suckling on as she pets your hair shushing you when you whimper around her boob.

Moira finally letting you as she sit there with a sloppy pussy that has salvia dripping down it as Moira goes to take her clothes off, revealing a purple large strap, coming to put three fingers in your pussy to scissor you until she feels like your finally relax. Grabbing at your hips she goes to turn you around so you are on your stomach, hips and ass up as she pushes your head down to still have you suckle on Mercy breast.

“ be a little good bunny and stay quite will you? We don’t need that whimpering mouth of yours letting anyone else hear us.” Moira would snark out as mercy shushes your little wiggles and whimpers whispering sweet nothing such as “ it okay she doesn’t mean it, mommy just being very frustrated today, it alright for you to be upset, it is not your fault.” She would gently kiss your cheek trying to keep you in her warm embrace as she gives Moira a glance.

Feeling Moira Purple thick Strap going in and out of you forcing you to keep taking such a big thing, your only use to mercy long slinger fingers something like this you haven’t even experienced before. Your already so sensitive and have had mutiple orgasm that feeling Moira purple strap touching that one spot that makes you feel like your really in heaven has you feeling like paradise. Your whimpering sobbing, crying out for help muffled by Angela breast trying to find a moment to just breathe and poor you, even when Moira just tells you

“ One more and I’ll let you have a break baby, don’t worry Mommy isn’t that mean.”

That turns out to be a big fat lie when she gives you Two more and still won’t quit. She just slaps your ass when you beg her to have mercy on you and mumbles out “ Are you going to shut that mouth of yours before I make you really make me seem to be the mean one.” It worked by getting you to shut up. But.. how many more orgasms will you think Moira will give you before you pass out, it not helping by the way Angela is rubbing at your puffy, red clit that just can’t handle anymore overstimulation.

Maybe next time it would be wise not to go to your other mommy about How your mommy friend is being so mean or she will show you mean. :(

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Other ideas I’m thinking about with Moicy-

Moicy x Bimbo Reader- Just imagine bimbo reader with the tight lab coat and mini skirt and the shortest button up shirt that barely hides your breast, just walking in there expecting them to not want to bend you over the sanitize counter and blow your brains out.

Moicy x Milf reader- Imagine you being one of the most powerful and successful Overwatch agents and working in the health department, bandaging up soldiers and working alongside very happily Mercy and A Depressed Moira who can’t stand patients and rather tell them to get over themselves until you walk into the room with the tits filled with milk and your body being a little fuller then usual having just given birth to your little mini me a little bit ago. Your ex boyfriend got you pregnant only to leave you, some days mercy and Moira would have to help take care of you cause some days it felt like to much. When you walk in with your little bundle of joy strapped to your chest with that little chubby face that looks exactly like yours and how you still have your pregnancy glows, no wonder when you have to feed your baby and breast feed them they can’t help but take gentle looks admiring how beautiful you and that baby is, maybe they will someday make you there’s.

Moicy x actress reader - There a live action overwatch movie coming out and you so happen to have to play both Mercy and Moira because you fit both of the roles so well that they can’t help but just put you with both of the roles, having to change some of your personality and your body just to fit with the real life hero’s, you put so much work and effort to make Moira and mercy look and perform perfectly that you get a suprised at the premier when they show up in a beautiful outfit just to come see the movies and when they finally find the cute actress who played there character so well, expect so much praises and other good luck coming your way, because of mercy and Moira connections with helping others they get you to be the stars of the biggest roles because of how well you did, even if you beg them not to they will try to buy you the most expensive gift’s and still stay in contact with you even if your busy or they are busy.

Moicy x reader who on there monthly cycle / them just laying down beside you and rubbing at your belly and hips, placing a heating pay and water beside your bed sides coming to cuddle at your side and whisper, pet names in German and Scottish. They just so in love with you and they will not want to see you in pain, they will do anything just to keep a huge smile on your face.

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itsdanii · 4 years

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I really love your “rejecting and regretting” drabbles and I would love to request one with Suna and Iwaizumi please

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 3

hey, bub. thanks for requesting! im so glad you're liking my works ♥️ was supposed to post this yesterday but i had an appointment with my psychologist so sorry for the slight delay. that being said, here's your request for iwaizumi and suna. i hope you like it♥️

genre: slight angst to fluff, slight crack

warnings: cursing, rude behavior (resolved), please do message me if i forgot any

ft. suna rintaro, oikawa!reader x iwaizumi hajime

title says it all.

Suna Rintaro

out of all the inarizaki boys, suna rintaro was the one who managed to pique your interest

at first, you thought that he was the most quiet amongst the group but the longer you stayed as a manager, the more you realized how wrong you were

In fact, suna is one of the most talkative, along with the miya twins

you even felt bad sometimes for kita for having to discipline the three as if they were his own kids

one day, you suddenly realized that you were falling for the middle blocker

you knew that it was not a good practice to fall for someone in a team you manage but it's not like you can control who you fall for, right?

and so, you made a decision to confess to him

"Oi, y/n! What's that yer holding?"

You squeaked upon being called by Atsumu and quickly hid the cake you were holding behind your back. Smiling awkwardly, you made your way to him and placed the cake on top of the table.

It was currently lunch time and as a usual routine, you, Osamu, Atsumu and Rin were meeting at your spot just near the gym to eat.

"Can you atleast lower your voice? The moment the others see this cake, it'll be gone in a snap of a finger," you scolded at him.

"Cake? What's it for?" As if a light suddenly appeared on top of Atsumu's head, he took the box and opened it with sparkling eyes. "Looks good!"

"No, wait!"

Your lips parted as you watched him take the fork that you put inside and sliced a piece for himself. He even let out a small moan of satisfaction as the taste of the cake filled his mouth.

"That...was for Rin," you said with a tiny voice, making Atsumu raise an eyebrow at you.

"Suna? Why are ya givin' him a cake?" Noticing the way you failed to answer, a grin started forming on Atsumu's lips as the realization came into him. "Holy shit, ya like him!"

"Like who?"

You and Atsumu both froze at the sound of Suna's voice. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you slowly turned around to face Suna who was now frowning at you.

"Rin-chan..." you said slowly.

Suna and Osamu both took their seats, Osamu sitting beside Atsumu and Suna sitting beside you.

"Y/n likes someone?" Osamu asked and took the fork to taste the cake you made, his face lightening up as it somehow reached his standards.

Being the goofy one, Atsumu nodded with a grin. He spared Suna a quick glance before wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully. "Mhm. The one they like is actually a part of the volleyball team. Any guess, Rin-chan?"

Despite the nervousness you're feeling, you managed to roll your eyes at Atsumu as he tried imitating the way you call Suna.

Suna just shrugged his shoulders, looking almost unbothered if not for the fact that he was gripping his chopsticks a little too tightly. "Don't know, don't care."

You felt your confidence drop a little at his lack of enthusiasm. "Aren't you even just a bit curious?" you asked, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

"No, why would I be? It's not like it's any of my business. You can like whoever you want to like. It's not like I give a damn about it," Suna simply answered.

The small hope inside you that you gathered throughout the whole week just to confess completely vanished, replaced with doubt and sudden insecurity. The way he said those words seemed as if he doesn't care about you at all and the fact that he said it in front of the twins made it even worse. You felt humiliated.

You glanced at Atsumu for help and the setter just sighed before sliding the box of the now half eaten cake to Suna. "Didn't have to be so rude 'bout it, Rin. Taste the cake. Maybe it'll change yer mind and make ya realize how dense ya are."

Suna just glared at him and took a bite, his eyes darting towards your figure. "Were you supposed to give this cake to the person you like?"

Seeing you nod, Suna rolled his eyes. "I don't think it's a good idea. It tastes like shit, I'm sure the guy would reject you the moment he takes a bite."

Your heart dropped at what he said. Not only did he say that your cooking was bad but also rejected you without saying it directly. The moment you felt your eyes tearing up, you immediately stood up and left the table, ignoring the continues yells of a certain miya.

Suna stared at your back before frowning at Atsumu. "What's up their ass? I just said it didn't taste good is all. They didn't have to be sensitive." Contrary to his words, Suna grabbed the fork and continued eating the cake.

"They made the cake for ya, dumbass," Atsumu answered and stood up, quickly grabbing his things before leaving to follow you.

Suna froze upon realizing what Atsumu meant. Eyes darting towards Osamu, he muttered a small curse before gripping his hair in frustration. "Samu..."

Not even waiting for what Suna wanted to say, Osamu shook his head no with a displeased look. "Ya fucked up big time. Sorry but I can't help ya with this one."

Suna was on his own.

No matter how much he tried convincing the twins to help him, neither of them agreed. He didn't know how to approach you after what happened. You basically ignored him even during practices, only doing your duties and talking to him when instructed by Kita.

Several days went on yet you were still ignoring him, and to say that Suna was getting fed up was an understatement. Not only were you ignoring him but you were also spending too much time with Atsumu.

Sure, he was aware that you two are bestfriends, but that doesn't mean that it wouldn't turn into something more. After all, Atsumu was a likeable guy. It wouldn't be impossible for you to fall in love with someone like him.

And so, the moment Suna saw Atsumu almost kissing your cheek, he snapped.

With fast strides, he went over to your direction and pulled you away from your bestfriend who only shrugged his shoulders and went on his way as if nothing happened.

Suna stopped when you reached an empty classroom and he immediately shut the door behind him for privacy. "I'm sorry for being rude to you last time," he started.

"You weren't only rude to me, ya know?" you said and averted your gaze from him. "You also rejected me. I know that I haven't directly confessed to you yet but it still hurt. I just assumed that maybe I had a chance since we were close with each other. I'm sorry for-"

"Please, don't," Suna said to cut you off. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, regret visible on his face. "Don't apologize for liking me."

"But Rin..."

"I don't want you to take it back. I like you too, y/n. So please..." Suna dropped his arms to his sides and rested his forehead on your shoulder before muttering, "Please don't ignore me anymore. I promise I'll love you the way you deserve."

You felt yourself soften at his words and despite how much what he said last time hurt you, you knew that deep inside, your heart belongs to him. You brought your hand up to run your fingertips over Suna's hair before nodding. "I won't ignore you anymore, Rin. You know why?"

He lifted his head up to look at you hopefully. "Because you like me?"

"You guessed right."

The moment you said those words, Suna immediately placed his hand on your jaw, angling your head up to him. "And I like you too."

Not able to hold himself back anymore, Suna leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, your eyes closing as you savored the feeling of finally kissing the man you like.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwaizumi is your brother's bestfriend

The first time you saw him was when you were in first grade, him and Tooru being a year older than you

Despite the small age gap, you still grew close with him as most of your time, you spent with Haji watching random movies and playing volleyball

When you entered high school, you only became closer to them

He protected you from bullies and those people who only wanted to use you in order to get closer to your brother

At first, you didn't notice that you were falling for him, thinking that you were just attached to him after being by his side for such a long time

But when you realized that your gazes lingered on him longer, your mind started wondering the feeling of his hand holding yours, and the way your heart fluttered everytime he was close, you knew that you've fallen for him deep

It was a Friday night, both you and Tooru were dressed in your pajamas as you waited in your room for Iwaizumi to finish making the popcorn.

Today, you all scheduled a movie night since this was the only time the three of you are free. Being a third year and a volleyball player at the same time was hard on both your brother and Iwaizumi's time and often times, you had to cancel due to them having an early practice.

Luckily for you, it seemed that their coach finally had mercy and decided to give them a weekend break.

You, on the other hand, had lots of free time in your hand since your workload isn't as heavy as theirs which is why you were always the one who adjusted when it comes to the schedule of your movie marathon night.

"Iwa-chan, gimme the one with more popcorn!" Tooru immediately said as soon as Iwaizumi stepped inside your room, balancing two bowls of popcorn in his hold.

You rolled your eyes at your brother and stood up to help Iwaizumi, purposely showing your brother how you took the one with more popcorn in it. "Sucker," you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

Iwaizumi sighed at your attitude and plopped down beside you which made your heart flutter as always.

When the movie started, you noticed how much the two were so focused on the screen. You felt a little guilty since you were basically the one who suggested the movie yet you were the one who isn't paying attention.

How can you even focus if your crush is literally sitting beside you on your bed?

You could even smell him by how close he is beside you. You were, after all, crushed in between him and your brother, a blanket covering the three of you as you squished yourselves in your bed.

As the movie went on, you felt your eyelids getting heavier. You let out a small yawn and rubbed your eyes, the sound of the people talking on the screen making you feel drowsy instead of stopping you from sleeping.

Iwaizumi, who had noticed the way your head was swaying from side to side, gently took the half empty bowl of popcorn from your hold and wiped your fingers with a baby wipe. He then carefully guided your head to rest on his shoulder before refocusing his attention on the movie.

When you woke up, the room was silent. The television was already turned off and the lamp was already turned on. You looked beside you and noticed that the spaces beside your bed were already empty, reminding you that you must've fallen asleep and Iwaizumi and Tooru must've transfered to their rooms already.

Feeling your throat demanding for some water, you slid off your bed and made your way towards the kitchen. As you grabbed the glass, you almost dropped it upon seeing a reflection of a man behind you.

"You scared me," you whispered into the quietness as you came face to face with your brother's bestfriend.

He chuckled and ruffled your hair before grabbing himself his own glass, eyes staring at you as he downed the water within seconds. "Sorry. I didn't expect you to wake up since you always sleep like a log," he said with a grin.

You lightly smacked his chest, your cheeks heating up as you felt his hard muscles, no doubt the results of playing his sport.

A small growl coming from your stomach suddenly disturbed the silence, Iwaizumi's laugh immediately booming throughout the kitchen as you blushed in embarrassment. "Shut up. I only ate popcorn, you know?"

Shaking his head with a small smile, Iwaizumi pointed at the stool before saying, "Go sit. I'll whip you up something to eat."

You immediately obliged and couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you admired his back while he cooked. "Neh, Haji," you called out.

"Hm?" he hummed, throwing a quick glance at you.

"Do you like someone?"

You knew that asking such question was bold of you, especially when neither of you totally expected it. You didn't even know how the words managed to get out of your lips. All you knew was that if there was a perfect time to confess, it would be now.

After all, with your brother enjoying his time in dream land, nobody would disturb the both of you. It was serene, and you hoped that the outcome would be just as serene as the moment.

"Where's this coming from? Is this your way of trying to confess to me?" Iwaizumi said with a chuckle.

"And what if it is? What are you going to do?" You bit your lower lip anxiously as you waited for his reply.

But instead of embracing you and confessing his feelings too just like you expected, you were greeted with the seriousness of Iwaizumi when he spun around. He walked over to you and and placed the freshly cooked Omirice infront of you.

"Then I'd have to reject you," he answered simply, his voice sounding as if the topic wasn't up for any discussion.

"Why? Is it because I'm Tooru's sibling?" You frowned at him and crossed your arms over your chest. "You know that wouldn't change anything if you date me, right? You'd still be Tooru's bestfriend."

"I already said I'd reject you. That's it, end of discussion." With that, he turned his back on you and made his way out of the kitchen.

But before he can even completely walk out on you, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. "But I like you, Haji. I always have.." You voice seemed tiny all of a sudden and your grip on his wrist tightened instinctively when you felt him removing your grip easily with his free hand.

"I'm sorry but I don't like you, y/n. Now, let go and stop with your delusions because no matter what you do, I'll never like you."

You felt your heart shatter at those words, tears quickly streaming down your cheeks as you watched him walk away, leaving you all alone in the now empty kitchen.

Guess you don't always get what you want, huh?

The rest of the weekend, you did your best avoiding Iwaizumi to make sure that you don't make him uncomfortable. You made sure to stay cooped up in your room until you were certain that Iwaizumi had already left. Heck, you even rejected your brother's offer when he asked if you wanted to go meet up with rest of the boys at the mall.

You knew that Tooru wasn't unaware that something happened since you've never rejected any offer when it comes to shopping. But even if he did, he sure stayed quiet about it and gave you space which you were thankful for.

A week rolled by and Iwaizumi was starting to get antsy. His spikes were not as good and his movements were too sloppy to the point that their coach had to sub him out during one of their practice games.

As he sat on the bench, his mind went back to the time he rejected you. Back then, he was sure that he did the right decision. He was a third year and you were only in your second year. Not only would it seem that he was after some kid, he would also look like an asshole who only befriended Oikawa for his sibling.

But that was before.

Now, he wasn't so sure anymore. He missed your affection towards him and the way you cared for him. He missed how you often visit their practice and give him first his water bottle instead of Tooru. He missed your playful banter and the way you irritate him by simply joining forces with your brother.

Fuck, he missed you.

And the way he only realized it now made it even worse.

Iwaizumi ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration, and when he saw someone handling him a water bottle, he instantly lifted his head up expecting to see you. Except it wasn't you, it was Tooru.

He mumbled a small "Thanks," before sighing evidently, making Tooru raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Just what happend between you and y/n?"

Seeing the panic on Iwaizumi's expression, Tooru just rolled his eyes. "Don't even try denying it, Iwa-chan. I'm not that stupid, you know? Y/n's basically isolating themselves inside their room as if they're scared that you might visit anytime and you.. your play sucks that even Makki and Matsun noticed it."

"Didn't have to remind me," Iwaizumi grunted.

"Hmm," Tooru pressed a finger to his chin as if he was thinking, eyes slightly widening as he remembered something. "Is it because they finally confessed to you?"

"How did you-"

"Oh it's simple! I heard my dearest sibling practicing their confession several times before you came last Saturday. I didn't expect them to confess that early though. The confession sounded too plain for my liking," Tooru said with a hum.

Iwaizumi could only look at him with parted lips. How come Tooru seemed unbothered by the thought of you confessing? Wasn't he supposed to act like a protective brother?

Noticing the way Iwaizumi was staring at him, Tooru pouted. "What're you looking at, Iwa-chan? You're not thinking of dating me instead, are you?"

"Dumbass. I'm thinking why you seem too relaxed at the idea of your sibling confessing to me," Iwaizumi said, hitting the back of Tooru's head.

"Eh? Why? Did you expect me to go apeshit on you?" Tooru chuckled. "Don't worry Iwa-chan, I completely approve of you dating them! Just don't try to hurt their feelings or I'll be mad for sure!"

"But I already rejected them." Iwaizumi groaned and rested his head against his palm out of frustration.

Tooru, who seemed to gain sympathy at his partner, patted his back and said, "Then we'll just have to do something about it, don't we?"

When you arrived home, the house was eerily quite. The lights were all off making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You knew how much Tooru hated coming home with the lights off so you always made sure to leave it on in case you arrive later than him.

"Tooru?" you called out as you switched the lights on. You surveyed the whole living room and kitchen but your brother was nowhere to be found.

Shrugging your shoulders, you went up to your room and almost screamed at the sight of a man sitting on top of your bed, a bouquet of flowers in hand along with a bunny stuffed toy.

"Why do you always have to scare the shit out of me? I swear one of these days, I'll die of heart attack because of you," you scolded as you closed the door behind you. You discarded your bag on the couch and stood in front of Iwaizumi with your arms crossed over your chest. "What's all this about?"

Scratching the back of his head, Iwaizumi spared a quick glance at your wardrobe before sighing. "They're um... They're for you." He handed you the flowers and the bunny, eyes watching you warily as you smelled the pink roses.

You weren't unaware of what was happening. You always witness these kinds of things but since you were still hurt about what he said, you decided that you wouldn't give in to him that easily.

"Thank you," you answered dryly before placing the roses on top of your study desk.

Iwaizumi cannot help but panic because of this. Have you already decided that you no longer like him? What if you already got yourself a boyfriend? His thoughts started running wild inside his head and it was only when you touched his shoulder that he was brought back to the reality.

"Sorry...I," Iwaizumi fisted his hands on his sides before continuing. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, y/n. I didn't want to reject you. I actually like you but I got scared. I mean, you're Oikawa Y/n, my bestfriend's sibling. I didn't want you to think that I was only friends with your brother because I like you. In the end, I hurt you and god knows how stupid I am for doing such thing."

By this time, Iwaizumi's eyes were closed, afraid of looking at your reaction. He was even biting his lips and if not for the seriousness of the moment, you would've took a picture of his adorableness.

"I guess an apologizing Haji, is a cute Haji," you said with a smile making his eyes open.

"Shut up," he said shyly with the tips of his ears turning red. "I'm being serious, you know?"

"And I'm being serious as well. I'm not kidding when I said you're being cute right now," you said, continuing to tease him.

"Y/n."

You giggled at the warning in his tone. "Alright, alright. 'm sorry." You took his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze before lifting your gaze up to him, all signs of goofiness now vanishing from your face and replaced with honesty and admiration. "I like you too, Haji. I still do."

"Shit." Iwaizumi smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you off the ground out of happiness.

You squealed as you were lifted and you encircled your arms around his neck to cling to him.

"Gosh, Iwa-chan! My sister said she likes you too and the first thing you say is shit?!" Tooru said as he revealed his presence, his hand rubbing his back at the ache for staying too long in the cramped closet.

You gave Iwaizumi a few taps on his back which he immediately understood. He placed you down and grinned as he watched you taking your brother out of your room by pulling at his ear.

"Ouch, y/n-chan! Iwa-chan, help me!"

Iwaizumi just chuckled as the door infront of him slammed shut, the shouts of Tooru as you hit him bringing a sense of satisfaction to Iwaizumi.

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ♥️

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jiminrings · 4 years

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Hey bb! First of all, let me just tell u how much I love your writing! You're fabulous, love. Don't ever doubt yourself. Secondly, I wanted to know if u could do a college professor! Jungkook and pretty student reader where Jk is absolutely enamoured by her.. (also, with a bit of the good ol smut🤭) It's a-okay if u can't tho! Just know that you're appreciated!❤️

the probability of us

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 6k

glimpse: jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

notes: there’s something so warm about this request that it made me write it as an actual fic and not a bullet one!!! i did alter it a little bit but i was genuinely so happy writing this so thank you sO much for this babe :D // gif from pinterest!

Jungkook, in his better and most definitely unbiased judgement, thinks he knows enough about you.

He knows you well enough to have noticed your patterns and habits with almost everything in between. They were predictable for the most part, and that was partly because he takes pride in being observational, but you manage to unintentionally throw him a curveball every now and then that makes him smile.

You always come into class when there’s atleast fifteen people in it and Jungkook wonders if you know it in the back of your head or if you just sneak a peek at the room every now and then. He’s not keen on being early to classes, and on the three straight occasions his dad left something in the classroom from the day before and got him to retrieve it for him, you were already there.

You’re fixated and practically attached to your knitted cardigan, seemingly having no problem wearing the same outfit for days straight — something so both adorable and visibly heart-racing when it’s almost always a tank top underneath that’s on the lower scoop, and a rotation of pants and sweats that sometimes feel so misplaced with your cardigan that it matches.

Jungkook’s found out that you probably wear atleast three rings on a daily basis, and that only took him two days to figure out because you’d exit the classroom with slight marks and indentations on your cheeks or on your jaw. Whether it’s to being sleepy, being bored, or being focused is something he has yet to discern — but yeah, he looks at you with his eyes silently when the class is dismissed, wondering if he’d see the same Pandora tiara ring mark on your cheek, or this time from a signet ring you sported more often.

He’s eight weeks in doing whatever this is. Whatever having the definition of him trailing behind his dad, a back and forth between his classes and his office, then them eating out for lunch break.

Sometimes, Jungkook forgets that his dad’s the president of this very university.

He’s only really known him as dad and he’s grateful for that, and the only times he’d see his father as the educator he was with the fancy doctorate degree was whenever Jungkook’s been a little lacking in his studies as a child up until high school. His mom, a doctor, would be on duty for nights and at home for mornings so that’d be the window she’d teach him the alphabet and addition with the carrying, something that eight-year old him would tear up just at the mention of.

His dad would just sit beside him in a very calm manor, take out two notebooks for one of them each, and make reviewers. Jungkook writes down what he knows and what his dad tells him to, highlights the key terms, and for some totally odd reason, making his own reviewers saved him from failing altogether and become an honor student with little help from his parents and most especially his dad.

It humors him that people are so rigid and intimidated by his dad, and he knows that not everyone would believe that this is the same guy that taught him how to give someone a proper wet willy. Jungkook sees people left and right going out of their way to greet him and pay their courtesies, stifling in a giggle that his dad also fights the need to laugh.

He loves and looks up to his dad, feeling a lot more thankful that he has a healthy relationship with his parents as an only child. Jungkook feels he owes that much to his dad that he took education for his college course, despite his blatant lack of interest for it.

And here he is — a senior at another college his dad’s not the professor of, studying a degree that he’s not gonna practice, and shadowing his father for eight weeks while he goes and teach for the “experience” as his dad calls it.

This has got to be a little ethically questionable, but that’s okay. Jungkook takes some comfort knowing that his dad’s the boss and he could just sit in a chair, pretending to absorb his lessons. In fact, he doesn’t even know why his dad opts to teach still even if he’s well high up in that ladder, the only explanation being that his father just really really likes teaching and not just be moving between airconditioned offices and meeting rooms all the time. And if that was enough, his dad just had to teach two classes to which Jungkook needs to accompany him in both — Statistics and English Literature.

Jungkook has a memory of stone that’s probably of the same kind the Code of Hammurabi was inscribed in (because he just swears his memory started way earlier than the age of four), because he practically knows everyone in each of his dad’s classes.

Eight weeks in. He’s only known that long.

But Jungkook knows for a fact that you’re never late — that much he knows. He refuses to believe that you’re actually gonna be late to class.

His dad comes in early and normally, he sits by his chair just when he’s a minute away from starting class. For some odd push today, he felt the need to enter the room with his dad and be early for once; but for the one time that he did this, you weren’t around for it.

You’re late, and you’re never late, and you’re throwing him a curveball, but something tells him in his gut that this just wasn’t something you pull out of your cardigan sleeve to confuse him.

You’re confusing.

You’re never usually confusing.

He visibly straightens in his seat when you enter the room with a sense of complacency and without the need to rush, the class only in the quieting down stages before the lesson begins when you walked in.

Mr. Jeon’s flickered to the entrance briefly, his tinkering with the HDMI cord continuing nonetheless. “Kook,” he just barely manages to get out because he’s already standing up from his seat, nimble fingers grabbing a slip from his desk that makes his dad perplexed.

Jungkook walks all the way to you at the back of the class, holding out the late slip to you a little too eagerly as it seems, and you can’t help but feel confused and irritated at the same time with how you started your morning.

For starters, coffee was spilled on your cardigan from the night before, and soaking it overnight in a mix of detergent, softener, and the tiniest bit of bleach wasn’t enough to completely rub the stain off — which meant you had to get up extra early to have it dry-cleaned (the staff looked at you a bit weirdly) and head off to where you needed to be, in a rush.

“But I’m not late though.”

You murmur as you peer up at him, refusing to even take the slip in between Jungkook’s fingers. He turns impatient, even more-so at your retort that honestly sounded genuine, that he settles on dropping it down your desk.

“You are, Y/N.” He says as convictedly as he can, only having to glance sideways briefly to your nosy seatmate to keep him out of a conversation he clearly isn’t a part of, and you make a note in your head to apologize to Jimin who gets scared easily, especially by the president’s son.

As if to prove his point, Jungkook rolls the sleeve of his bomber jacket in the slightest, enough for you to see a glimpse of his flashy gold Rolex in an attempt to tell you the time, one you couldn’t decipher because it was analog and your eyesight’s not that quick-witted nor clear.

“It’s three minutes before the start of the class,” you make it a point to outstretch your forearm, one that isn’t covered by your cardigan as he now realizes, your silver and digital Casio telling him that it’s 9:57, indeed three minutes away from the start of his dad’s class.

He barely even blinks before he adjusts himself to stand between your stretched legs so he could hold your arm and adjust your goddamn watch to be set four minutes later, his movements done so quickly that you straighten your back to the seat.

Jimin pretends he’s looking away, but deep down you already know that he’s gonna ambush you with questions as soon as Jungkook leaves.

“See that? You’re late,” he hums contentedly, pushing the late slip towards you and stands by himself with his hands across his chest, all-knowing that he wouldn’t leave not until you comply with his stupid request for a late slip.

His dad sees the interaction unfold from a distance, still confused but somehow amused, and a curious smile appears on his face as he now has something else to bring up on the dinner table later.

After all, he only called out to his son to tell him that they should go pick up a few groceries over lunch break — not to give you a late slip.

Jungkook collects the piece of paper from you wordlessly, letting his hand linger for the briefest moment but you pay him no mind, too occupied to looking at your left and gesturing for Jimin to scoot closer.

Something’s wrong.

His instincts are not exactly the most accurate but after all, it does account for something. He’s not the best at reading people when they’re indifferent, and normally you’re never indifferent to him.

He decides to lay low at that, sitting back on his chair and only twirling the slip in between his fingers and not once setting it down on the desk, preventing himself to look at it.

It’s only when his dad calls him to do a summary and explain to the class about his lesson’s breakdown, and he turns stern when he crushes the paper within his palm for the sake of being indiscreet that he totally wasn’t fiddling with paper for an hour and a half.

Jungkook returns and that’s when his dad starts giving out final reminders for their next meeting, straightening it out as much as he could until he can see your messy handwriting more than he could see the creases.

Tutored Hwang Hyunjin; state quizbee next week.

And why, exactly?

As far as he knows, Hyunjin’s the faculty’s favorite because he was such an intelligent student. He might be the favorite of his dad but he’s not entirely sure because his dad says he doesn’t like playing favorites, but he seems to think so nonetheless. If the guy who’s in the line-up for summa cum laude is asking help for a mere quizbee, what exactly is it for?

You’re an honor student, sure. In the dean’s list and in the running for cum laude, but you’ve said it yourself that you’re no Hyunjin and in verbatim, anyone who takes education as seriously as he does needs a hug and an emotional support system. Do you see yourself doing all the extra credits when you already have the highest average on all of them?

Did you hug him?

Jungkook scoffs to where his mind is running, a little dejected as he ponders on it even more as he stands next to his dad’s desk, nodding curtly at the students who bid him goodbye.

He’s extra quick to stepping up when it’s you who passes him, hands on his pocket as he asks under his breath.

“We cool?”

He tries to search for a hint of distaste in your face and he’s almost disappointed to find none, a genuine small smile on as you reply and come out the door without so much of a look back at him.

“‘Course we are, Mr. Jeon.”

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

“What’s up with you?”

Jungkook utters the moment the door of your apartment swings open. It was straight to the point, really. No buttering up to you and no unnecessary bullshit before he drops the question that’s been plaguing his mind the whole day.

You had only been brushing your teeth when you hear a series of crisp and heavy knocks that led you to think that your neighbor Hoseok next-door has finally screwed up the pooch completely, and accidentally set his kitchen on fire with the cookie batter he’s been doing a series of trial and error with for a dozen times already.

Oh.

It’s only Jungkook, then.

He doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned being out in the hallway that gave everyone an opportunity to see him. Frankly, everyone who’s set foot to the president’s office, which is everyone, could tell who he is simply by looking at the few hundred picture frames Mr. Jeon has on his desk.

He’s not concerned and he doesn’t have the gall to be concerned either, because as much as he knows that although underneath his dad’s section, the housing section of the college wasn’t under his close supervision. Besides that, he finds that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Jungkook only looks up to you for a few seconds, wide-eyed with your toothbrush in your mouth, and decides to let himself in.

This being yours and Jungkook’s interactions for the past eight weeks. There’s not a label to it, but it goes along the lines of the occasional fuck, and then the ranting about each other’s days, and binge-watching that either ends up as hook-up, or trying to pick up new hobbies the other’s just suggested, or whatever’s playing is actually playing and the two of you just watch, your head laid on his lap and his hand brushing your hair.

Yeah, that one. Whatever that’s called — that’s what you and Jungkook are.

It’s been painfully obvious to your tight knit of friends, namely only being Jimin and Hoseok, that those things practically yielded to the commitment of him being something that starts with boy and ends with a friend, no spaces in between and all in one word.

You blink away your internal monologue, remembering that you need to spit before replying to his question that he’s asked you point-blank two seconds ago.

“You saw me in class today.”

That one couldn’t be anymore obvious and he huffs at that, once again going on a grumpy fit of frustration while he lies on your bed upright, arms across his chest. “Off,” you swat his leg immediately, making him haphazardly throw away his shoes if he want to keep being frustrated with you.

That’s the exact bit though. Regardless if you forced him to take off his shoes while he’s on your bed, he’d be frustrated at you regardless. He doesn’t know why he’s frustrated with you in the first place and that just makes him stressed even more.

The realization hits him that Jungkook doesn’t really know why he’s so pressed about you, his tone considerably softening because now he feels a little smaller under your curious gaze.

“Yeah, yeah. I clearly know that. I, uh, I meant outside of class.”

Normally, he’d find your avoidance of things actually endearing because you seemed to worm your way out of any situation you just deem to be unrelated to you — but for the first time, he doesn’t know if you’re avoiding his question. If this was still your passive-aggressiveness or genuineness showing its head right now.

“You’re starting to sound like a professor, y’know,” you note with intrigue, relishing to how Jungkook lying on your bed and looking at you under such intensity seems normal to you at this point and at this moment. “A professor hanging out with his student outside of class, in her dorm, and on a weekday.”

The comment you add was supposed to be humorous but you find it rather odd now having said it out loud, the realization dawning on you that whatever this is, is just too ambiguous and vague that you’d never wanted something so specific in your lifetime.

“Just trying to appease dad. Do I look like I have the patience to teach a class, better yet show up?”

That’d be the actual bane of him.

Don’t get him wrong, professors must be so cool and patient with their workload and stuff, but holy fucking shit does he hate it for himself. He means no disrespect to his dad but he honestly can’t see himself doing what he does, even for a fraction of his life willingly.

You sort of envy him for the upbringing he has and the wholesome and healthy relationship he has with his family that you wouldn’t mind telling people all about. Not everyone expects Jungkook to be as family-oriented as he looks, and the little nugget of information he made you privy too puts a gentle smile of your face.

“You do have the patience to ask me if I’m okay though.”

It’s a question between reeling yourself in and putting yourself out there more, plopping to sit on the edge of your bed as you try to put lotion on your legs all the way down to your heel.

Jungkook finds it normal to see you putting lotion on and zit cream on your face, and he doesn’t question it for one second.

That doesn’t automatically mean that he’s gonna address it though.

“Well, baby, are y’okay?” he crawls the short distance from you, putting half of his body weight as he slings himself on your shoulders from behind, lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you tighter.

“Mhmmm.”

He finds it that as much as he pulls you tighter, you grow a bit more distant. You’re there with him but your mind isn’t, perhaps lost on the lotion that only adds into your scent that seems engraved in his mind nowadays.

Jungkook does as much as to tug a sleeve of your shirt to expose the slightest bit of your shoulder blades, pressing wet gentle kisses that leaves you, surprisingly, unfazed.

You make no move nor action, just continuing on rubbing your arms with your hands and him taking the momentary act of silence to look around your room, seeing your textbooks piled neatly on your desk with your lamp on.

“Long night?”

He asks and not a second later do you hum in confirmation, making him roll his eyes and his stomach churn, but it probably just has something to do with a heartburn that’s beginning to form because the ache’s spreading to his chest.

It’s got to be heartburn, right?

“Alright. Didn’t have to answer me too quick just so you can kick me out.”

He mutters underneath his breath a little hurt, taking your responses as his cue to leave. His flair for what you think is the dramatics makes you roll your eyes and slap his thigh, following him out on the way to the door.

Jungkook’s fazed because he doesn’t exactly know the essential purpose plus his expected outcome of this five-minute visit. He doesn’t have a clue, but dropping to your apartment unannounced and seeing you for just even five minutes, even if he doesn’t know why, doesn’t seem wrong.

What is wrong, is that you’d normally kiss him goodbye.

This time, you don’t.

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

Jungkook’s gut tells him to come early to class, even telling his dad that he’d come down there by himself so he could scope out his class like the great son that he is, and he does exactly that.

Some of the early-birds are pleasantly surprised to see him there, early and alone without Dr. Jeon, sitting on his usual chair.

This setting’s odd for him and as much as he wants to leave, he doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t really care if he’s intimidating the students because after all, that’s not the reason why he’s here. In fact, he’s aware that he seems to be quite the talk of the campus, the verdict being half and half if he was as fun, easygoing, yet stern like his father — or if he’s something else entirely. Either way, none of them could catch on to the fact besides you that he’s not here out of passion, but rather obligation.

There’s less than thirty students in the room but Jungkook could just feel it at the back of his spine that you’re gonna walk through the door soon enough. You’ve got to be, right? Jungkook stands by himself near the door, practically barricading the door with how he’s built.

This familiar guy he can’t put a name to is walking through the door carelessly, eyes completely fixed on his phone that his shoulder’s barreling into Jungkook’s.

“Oh hey dude, what’s up?”

The guy in question barely even looks up for a second, a meek smile on his face before turning to his phone again and just staying there by the door, a character paused to block it all for a fucking text as what it seems.

Jungkook barely needs a second to look at him eye to eye; tall, pale, long blonde hair, and smooth pronounced features.

Hwang Hyunjin.

He’s only seen him in passing but never on this scale, his first instinct being straightening his back. They’re roughly the same height, Jungkook shoving his observation to the back of his head that Hyunjin’s only a millimeter higher than him.

He’s probably the only one applying pressure to this scenario, thick brows furrowing as he almost grimaces looking at the younger guy in front of him.

“Are you in this class?”

What?

Hyunjin’s confused to say the least, not only because this random dude he bumped into is suddenly making conversation with him, but because someone’s actually questioning about his presence here.

He lowers his phone, putting a pause to his heated exchange of which installment of this series they’re watching this, all in the favor for staring at this guy who’s cowling at him.

“... Yes?”

His answer even sounds unsure, Jungkook’s questioning raise of his brows prompting him to explain.

Hyunjin doesn’t even know why he feels compelled to explain but he does it nonetheless. “They say I could sit in this class. Some topics would show up in the quizbee next week.”

That’s just grand.

Before Jungkook can simmer in his irritation even more, his dad slips through the door by holding his shoulders in place, looking between the two of them briefly before walking to his desk.

“Kook? Thought you’d open up the lesson without me.”

Blondie tilts his gaze, eyes narrowing as he tries to scan a Kook in his brain’s directory and why it sounds so fond coming from Dr. Jeon.

“Mmmm, sorry dad.”

Jungkook emphasizes a little more than needed, turning to him and sending him a half-hearted grin while unbeknownst to him, Hyunjin pales and is having a breakdown and a half.

Did he really just accidentally bump into the college president’s son? Is he gonna be expelled now?

Jungkook’s oblivious to the inner turmoil that’s unfolding in the guy in front of him, crossing his arms before looking at his dad once more.

“Is he allowed here?”

He questions sharply like a toddler who’s just seen an inconspicuous man by the swing, his cheeks rounding with his lips pursed.

His dad’s really confused because this is the most intrigue he’s seen Jungkook inhibit for the whole eight weeks.

Of course his dad knows; he’s more than aware that his son has literally no interest in being a professor, and honestly speaking, he’s not even mad at that. He’a outsmarted him on this one and just went along with the lengths of hi son trying to impress him, falling into this eight-week routine of them bonding together with little practice teaching, yet Jungkook still wonders where he got his wit from.

He looks back and forth between Jungkook and Hyunjin, perplexed because he’s pretty sure that the two of them don’t know each other and that doesn’t explain the tension lingering.

“Hyunjin? Yeah. President’s lister, right?”

Hyunjin grins and chuckles at that, bowing slightly as he just passes Jungkook that appalls the latter.

“You put me there, sir.”

Jungkook mocks him under his breath, not going unnoticed by his dad who just chuckles all the same. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he lies right out of his teeth, sitting on his chair and spreading his legs until his dad nudges him to be atleast decent because he wants the students to focus on his presentation and not his son’s crotch.

He feels cursed having such clear vision because even when the lights are dim, Jungkook still finds his gaze looking for you out of habit. Cursed for seeing Hyunjin sit on the other side of you and suddenly he wishes that this would be the time that Jimin interferes.

He’s unsure if you’re making him confused or he’s confusing himself, but the way his head feels like splitting just by thinking about you and what he could’ve done wrong tells him that he should be definite.

“Would you mind wrapping up the lesson, Mr. Jeon?” his dad asks outloud and for any other context, they’d share identical smiles on how they should be professional towards each other (as suggested by his dad) during class.

“Not at all, Dr. Jeon.”

God, he’s so oblivious to see how he has everyone gravitating towards him that it’s actually endearing. You sitting all the way up gives you a front-row seat to see how everyone sits up a little straighter and how heads follow his every move.

Jungkook has everyone wrapped around his finger and he doesn’t even know — you’re everyone; he can’t know.

He steps up to the plate and the natural dominance and hold he has on everyone broke through, a lesson about statistics never being this intense and a large majority of the people would really stay for another hour and a half if it’s Jungkook who’s teaching.

He’s so absorbed into summarizing as a way of destressing that he ended up giving perhaps one of the best makeshift lectures ever, his dad positively awed and ending up even more confused.

Jungkook’s coming down from his lecture high, nervously fiddling with his fingers as his dad gives the final reminders. What doesn’t help is also you coming out of the classroom with Hyunjin in tow, wearing your cardigan, and that’s what considerably sets him off.

Suddenly, he now decides that your cardigan is the ugliest and most disgusting piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life. It’s the furthest thing from adorable, and the nearest thing into being set on fire.

You still smell sweet and homey when you’re nearing him, and the realization that your cardigan’s tainted by the smell of you and soon enough, Hyunjin will — it hits Jungkook too hard that he mutters under his breath, his jaw lax from being clenched.

“If you have a problem with me, just tell me about it.”

He can’t find the will in himself to care whether or not Hyunjin’s gone on without you and is waiting for you by the corridor, or that his dad’s arranging his shelf and could be possibly listening.

“I don’t,” your face reflects the same thing as your answer, devoid of any uncertainty that you have a problem with him.

“You don’t?” he prods further even if he knows that asking the second time wouldn’t even help.

“I don’t. Do you?”

There’s no malice in your tone. It’s the same gentleness laced with mischief underneath, head tilting in question.

That’s when he narrows his eyes at you, always knowing how to play your cards right without him knowing.

“With you or with myself?”

You shrug carelessly, an automatic giggle tumbling out of your lips that it bothers you too because you shouldn’t be okay with pulling yourself away from Jungkook, and the fact that it could be because you made peace long enough that the two of you will never be more is something to blame.

“You tell me, Mr. Jeon.”

He’s never hated his family name more and the formality preceding it than now. In reality, he’s just a year older than most of you in this class and the last time he’s checked, no one calls their senior, despite being from another university, like that.

Everyone assumed that he should be called with respect because after all, they’re probably looking at the future of this institution anyways.

Stable breaths aren’t enough and Jungkook seems to despise the way your slightest change towards him affects him the most, and his pride over not reaching out to your first has long been gone since.

He figures that this is just your way of detaching from him because his eight weeks are almost up, and that he should be totally fine with it because after all it’s only been eight weeks.

He can’t see another eight weeks of you pulling out from him, and even worse, eight weeks without you.

“We’re not cool.”

Jungkook says as soon as you open your door, not waiting for you to gesture him to come in. In any other situation, he’d find you adorable having traded your contacts for glasses, and absolutely sexy if his blood’s rushing elsewhere besides his cheeks. There’s no introduction of asking about your day nor catching you off-guard with a kiss either.

It’s him going straight to your bed and lying upright, looking at you somberly that you feel sorry you’ve been establishing this change in the first place.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

His question is a complete 180 from his voice that’s been gravelly since morning, sincerity underneath the rough edges.

You shake your head no, a signal that there’s absolutely nothing wrong and you don’t have anything to tell him about.

“Are you sure?”

He looks at you with wide reassuring eyes just begging for anything, atleast something, the only time that he wishes there’s something wrong going on so he could chalk it up to that instead of facing this shift with you blindly and aimlessly.

You’re wordlessly climbing up on bed too, making him automatically scoot over to his side of your bed when he stays overnight, instant warmth welcoming you just by having your shoulders touch with him. It’s a head nod of yes, I’m sure that there’s nothing wrong with your eyes closed.

Being beside him is the equivalent of all the comfortable nights you’ve slept. Jungkook’s the ultimate compilation and the most expensive goodie box of warm hugs and warm tea that tasted familiar instead of incredibly earthy. He’s white noise and eight-hour loops of rainfall against your windows and humidifier-goodness of sleep that you take indulgence and warmth in.

Jungkook’s in another realm of thought when he almost snaps at you because your roles have been reversed and it’s him who’s doting over you.

“Are you usually this non-committal?”

You’re always warm with a cherry on top when you talk to Jungkook, and just only two days of you giving him timid replies has him asking you if you’re the opposite of the adjective that people most commonly attached to you.

“I think we both know best that I’m loyal.”

You are.

It’s a word that’s almost always attached to your name. You’ve never really sustained a large group of close friends, and it wasn’t needed, but Jungkook finds it funny that you’re oblivious to how people look at you.

He’s well-acquainted with what goes around, and the only things that go around about you was that you’ve touched them in one way or another. You’re the most loyal friend Jimin has because you’ve stuck with him even if he’s spilled his guts on your bathroom floor, missing the mark of your toilet bowl. You gave up your bed for him and tucked him in even if he was still at risk of throwing up because he just couldn’t stop, and made him breakfast the next morning. You’ve only known each other for three days.

Hoseok considers you his most loyal neighbor slash friend ever, because you let him have a go at your pantry even if you knew at the back of your head that he’d screw up something in his recipe one way or another. Even started buying extra ingredients whenever he needs them, and him purposefully forgetting that he has brown sugar at the back of his cabinet.

You are loyal, and that’s what he sometimes hates about you too because it makes you more vulnerable. A little too easy to trample on. A little too easy to have you cheering for someone from the bleachers when they’re still on the bench.

Jungkook wonders if you’re loyal to him too, and if you were (which he’s sure of, and there’s no denying it), would you still be even if he feels like the two of you are growing apart?

“Then why do I feel that-“

He sighs in exasperation, head turning to face you and he’s greeted with your finger outstretched, digging in to where his dimple would appear.

He could look at you properly this time because he’s not in a rush asking if you’re okay. Eyes glazed looking up at him underneath your glasses, scrunched nose with the cutest smile and all that he wants this to never stop.

“Hey.”

You whisper in a rush all of a sudden, a toothy grin fading steadily when your thumb comes to rest on his cheek, whole hand soon pressed to it whole that Jungkook finds himself leaning.

“I’m in love with you.”

It comes out of you fluidly; no baited breath and no hesitation at all. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, actually. Not once did you think that you’d ever tell Jungkook you love him in this way, or ever for that matter, but it’s something that materialized out of thin air.

It’s as quick as a passing thought and as stable as a core memory, reiterating what is only a truth instead of a confession.

There’s no sadness in your gaze and no distrust either, but the smile that stretches on your cheeks doesn’t look as giddy.

He’s a little cross-eyed with how close you are, but Jungkook audibly whimpers when you pull away suddenly and out of the bed altogether, picking up your laptop from your table.

You don’t know what you’re doing either, but you could only hope that it looks as natural as it seemed, wanting him to know that your sudden realization that you need to make a twenty-page essay in size 12 font has nothing to do with your profession of love.

“But I know I shouldn’t, and besides, it’s a conflict of interest. Anyway, let’s just end this here now and-...”

“Are you insane?”

Jungkook exclaims in punctuation marks and of deep urgency, looking at you as if you suggested the most ridiculous thing ever after what you’ve just said, which you exactly did.

“Just continue loving me!”

He says it as the most obvious thing ever, his chest feeling an odd sense of relief after having blown up with emotion. He’s a sponge at this point in whatever relationship the two of you have. He’ll take what you can give, but this was something Jungkook would run to hell and back for to not take from you.

“You didn’t even ask if I loved you back! And that’s my honest answer, not something that would appease you when you return the question.”

He looks a little softer around the edges at the moment — arms flailing around and hair bouncing as he keeps moving his head.

His cheeks are puffed out when he’s angry and his lips are red from trying to get his point across strongly, stammering with what more he could think of in his head.

“It’s not a conflict of interest either! I only shadowed my dad to please him, but we both know that I don’t want to become a professor like him. You just think that it is because you’re up on the seats and I’m down on the podium!” he’s heated and his cheeks are warm and there’s no way it has something to do with your airconditioning.

“It’s a stint. It was a literal eight-week stint for free, because he’s the president for god’s sake — that’s it! I go back to my university in like what, a week? And they don’t even need me passing requirements, because they already know, again, that I’m the son of a university president! Honestly, it’d be stupid of them to.”

Jungkook feels like he’s gonna pass out with how overwhelmed he is. Too overwhelmed to the point that he doesn’t see you smiling out of the corner of his eye, hand rubbing down the length of his nape to his back.

It’s only then that you realize that he’s rambling and his voice is wavering, concern dripping down from you instead of amused laughter.

“Y/N, please, it’s convenient — more than convenient. I graduate this year, and you next year. The last thing I’d do in my life is grade papers. You know what I want to be? I wanna be-...”

Jungkook’s cut off with a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth that’s grounded him, blinking twice to look at you.

He should really kiss you right now.

“You could’ve condensed that into a single simple sentence,” you snort when you pull away from Jungkook’s hold, sending him a look of faux disappointment to which he whines. “It’s called I love you too, Jungkook.”

He squints at your teasing but reasons just as quick, sneaking in his head underneath your shirt to escape from your teasing and importantly, press a gentle kiss to your chest, then your boobs, and settling to lie down on your stomach as he’s content.

“I was panicked!”

Jungkook’s certain that he loves you, laughing to himself when he heard heavy knocks against your bedroom wall that just conveniently happens to be adjacent to Hoseok’s.

“Fucking finally! I was about to flirt with either of you just so you could cut to the chase and admit it to each other!”

Your laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, coming out from hiding underneath your shirt and just laying on top of your clothed tummy, hand looking for yours to hold on to.

You’ve been sleepy the entire time, he’s figured. You having switched to your glasses meant you’ve already had your night shower, and only had three hours maximum before succumbing to your bed. You’ve had a long day clearly, and it’s when you’re starting to succumb into sleep right exactly where you are that Jungkook suddenly remembers.

“You know what I want to be? I wanna be-…”

“With you.”

“Mhmm?” you all but mumble, feeling him adjust your head on the pillow while he lays on his, literal weight being lifted off from you.

Jungkook feels even more endeared if that’s any more possible, the tiniest boop to your nose and the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I wanna be with you.”

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silveanna · 3 years

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Atleast We’ve Met - Yang Jungwon

Short Fic

Mentions of Suicide and Death

Inspired by ‘Only one’ - UnB

“Dear diary,

I was planning to end it all today, I couldn’t take it anymore... as I was looking down from the rooftop I felt a light feeling in my heart. I was about to jump off but then someone caught my collar and pulled me back on the railings”

You felt goosebumps run down from your head to toe because of the unexpected action, you look back and met a warm aura of a boy whose visual is soft and somehow comforting. The sunlight’s making his brown eyes seem like honey, you tried to escape from his grip but he didn’t even budge.

“Why? Why of all times I was hurting myself why now, why this time someone tried to stop me? Do they pity me? Is it because another poor soul is taking it’s own life?”

“Do you realize how you’ll miss everything once you’re gone?” you cling your arms on the railings assuring him that you won’t try to jump again but he still didn’t let you go, “listen, i don’t know what’s up with you suddenly showing up and saving trying to be hero? Boy? I’m not even thankful for that so can you please just leave me alone?” You said.

“That boy is so annoying, I don’t even know him”

He gave you lots of reasons why you shouldn’t do it though you don’t really care about anything but to be free, “Okay okay! I got it!” You said. You slowly hoped inside the railings, watching your own steps cause anytime you might slip and fall for real.

You slapped his hands away and he finally lets go your collar. You scoffed and looked at him up and down before walking away. “That’s it?” He said making you stop in your tracks. “That’s it? You’re just going to walk away like nothing happened?” He added. You shrugged, “well what do you want me to do? Bow down for saving me?”

“But after that day, my days changed. Everyday he would try to talk to me, no matter how many times i tried to push him away he’ll always comeback with a lovely smile. I’m jealous, how can he be so happy just by being like that? I wish I can also find happiness on small things too”

“Come on! Lantern rite is about to start!” Jungwon said while pulling you away from the tents and the big crowd of people. You looked at your intertwined hands, his palm felt warm and soft. Jungwon took you to the top part of the hill wherein you can see all the floating lanterns in the night sky. It’s so beautiful, you’ve never seen anything like it your whole life.

“February 15, It was the Lantern festival, jungwon invited me to go with him”

You were busy admiring the lanterns you didn’t notice that Jungwon left for a bit to buy you guys lanterns. Later, he came back. He saw how your eyes sparkled and how your mouth gaped open in amusement. He smiled, scolding himself inside for not bringing his phone to capture this beautiful moment. “I told you, i’ll show you beautiful things in life” he said while holding two lanterns.

You got excited and sat on the grass with him, “so like do we make a wish? Or we just light this up and threw it in the air?” You asked him, tucking a strand behind your ear.

“We make a wish and then we threw it into the air gently” you nodded. Both of you lit up your lanterns and made a wish before tossing the lanterns to the sky. You felt a warm feeling in your heart when Jungwon holds your hand for the second time, you smiled. You diverted your eyes at your lanterns, you watched it fly along with the others until you couldn’t tell which is which yours anymore.

“Let’s take pic won!” You let go of his hand and fished your phone out from the pocket of you dress. Jungwon lowers himself down to match your height and that the camera could get a better sight of the lantern. He posed with his usual peace sign and you just smiled. “3.. 2.. 1!” You counted down and tapped the capture button.

“The next day, jungwon didn’t attend class, the next day too. And so on, I was worried so I visited his house. No one was home everytime I would come and visit I don’t know why”

“It was Friday, I was confused on why everyone I would passsed by with is holding flowers and candles. All of them were headed to jungwon’s locker so I decided to follow them”

“W-what?” You couldn’t believe it, everything around you stops. It felt like your world collapse the moment you saw the sticky notes, flowers, and candles surrounding his locker. On the center was his picture of him smilling.

“All this time, he was sick, I’m so stupid for being so careless and for not noticing a single thing about it. Maybe I was too focused on myself, I made it all about me. All this time, he was the one who needs to be saved not me”

Later that day you couldn’t focus at all, you felt empty and kept questioning your self again and again. Jungwon left without explanation nor a goodbye. You stoop your head on the table so others wouldn’t notice the tears forming in your eyes.

You snapped in your thoughts when you caught a glimpse of something below your desk, it’s a yellow notebook. You grab it and examined the cover.

Yang Jungwon’s note entries

you instantly opened it and read the pages carefully, written on it is all about his illness. As a way to help him enjoy life without harming his own self, his doctor assigned him to write entries on a notebook about the things that happened before his journey come to an end. No matter if it’s a boring day or whatsoever jungwon wrote it all.

Jungwon’s note entry, January 10

Y/N, the girl whom I liked for months now. I bumped into her this lunch break, she didn’t looked at me nor said anything, I noticed that she dropped her handkerchief so I tried to call her name to return it but she walked too fast i had to follow her all the way to the rooftop.

I thought she went there to get some fresh air until she hoped past the railings. I quickly ran to towards her before she completely jumps off the building, thankfully I got a hold of her collar and pulled her back. She’s quite disappointed for what I did and stormed off.

I decided to make her view life in a different way, the next day I tried talking to her. She ignores me but it didn’t matter to me cause my goal is to break her shell and find her happiness while I’m still here. I want to help her.

Jungwon’s note entry, February 15

Today is the lantern festival, I invited Y/N to come with me. She did. She wore a simple dress yet it made her look like a goddess in my eyes.

I also forgot to bring my phone because I was too excited to go.

I took her on top of the hill where we could view the lanterns more, she looks so happy and cheerful, I’m glad I was there to see it. This isn’t about me helping her find happiness again, it’s about me witnessing beautiful things with her before I go.

I wish I could stay.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen angst

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taehoneycheeks · 3 years

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Tuckered out

"Taehyung had been working alot and hasn't been taking care of himself. Luckily you are there to take care of him"

Pairing: Taehyung × f!reader

Genre: pure fluff, relationship!AU

Warning: established relationship, kissing, tae calls reader jagi, nothing else though just reader taking care of taehyung.

Wordcount: 1.3k

Credit : @taehoneycheeks ©️

A/n: Oh my god! This is my first fic!! Definitely not the last one. I chose this topic because I thought that with the release of their new song 'Butter' I think the work load would also have been increased on the boys and I wanted to write something for a long time sooo why not :) and as Taehyung is my bias, why not start with him! Please ignore any typos and spelling mistakes (I am still learning). Hope you enjoy it!

You were fidgeting with the fabric of your red dress while sitting on the sofa. Taehyung was late. Again. This has been going on for over a month. On some days, he would wake up super early and would leave to work without even saying goodbye. While at night, he would come super late and till then you would be asleep. You were barely able to see him these days. Their new music video was going to release in two weeks and due to the release, the work load had also increased.

You would pack up his breakfast the night before and keep it in fridge and put a sticky note on the counter to remind him to atleast have breakfast before heading to work. Same would go with dinner. He told you to not worry about him and eat dinner without him and sleep but you would become desperate and sit on the sofa and wait for him to come home which would eventually lead you to falling asleep on the sofa.

Tonight was a little different. He promised you he will come home early from work and will spend time with his girlfriend. You prepared dinner with all of his favorite foods, wore his favorite dress and even lighted his favorite lavender scented candle in the bathroom for a relaxing bath together. But as you looked at the clock you knew tonight would be the same as usual. You were getting desperate and annoyed. But as soon as you were about to get up and retrieve to you bedroom, the front door opened and you could barely make a silhouette of a man standing. You slowly went near the front door and saw Taehyung. You boyfriend. The only difference was.......he didn't quite looked like himself.

He was removing his shoes but as you took him in you saw his shoulder were hunched lower, like he was defeated. His brows - usually very captivating - were furrowed together. He looked pale and there were very prominent bags under his eyes. He had barely gotten any sleep these days and it was showing on his face and in his health. He had a faraway look in his eyes.

Your heart filled with compassion. All your anger washed away just by seeing him being home and safe. You wanted to help him feel a little comfortable. You wanted to take away all his problems. You wanted to make him feel relaxed. Yes, you can't take away his work load but you can help him in being rested. And you couldn't let all your preparations go to waste so you took it upon yourself to help taehyung feel relaxed.

As he was going to remove his coat, you moved towards him and cleared your throat and he looked at your direction. Guilt filled him as he remembered his promise. He groaned and looked at you with eyes filled with with shame. "Jagi, I'm so sor-" his sentence was cut short as you crashed your lips to his in a tender kiss.

Your lips moved together, synchronized, as in a slow and gentle dance. The kiss was deep and passionate as you poured all your emotions in it. Slowly you removed your lips, the kiss leaving you both breathless, and joined your foreheads just taking each other in.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything tae" you said breaking the silence "but I promised you that I would come back early and-" he insisted but you cut him off again "no tae, I understand that you have a lot of work to do but...I just want you to take care of yourself" you cooed. He just hummed, too tired to reply and lowered his head.

You kissed his forehead and moved to his back to remove his coat. After hanging the coat, you linked your hands together and took him to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he inhaled the scent of lavender and sighed "lavender" he said "yup, your favorite!" you beamed as you went near the tub and started to fill lukewarm water in it. You turned around and saw Taehyung again looking lost so you walked to him and attached your hands to his neck, his hands automatically coming to rest on your lower back.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked exactly knowing what's going on in his mind. "Just thinking about work....there is just so much left, so many thinks to check in and-" he said but you chimed in and said "tae, i know you have a lot of work but can we just relax in this moment? I don't want you to stress about work right now, please?".

"Okay" he promised and in return you gave him a peck on his cheek which made him chuckle. You moved away from him and started to strip out of your clothes. All this time Taehyung was admiring your body and when you were bare you asked with a smirk plastered on your face "Are you going to strip on your own or should I help?". He laughed and shook his head and started to remove his clothes while you went to add a bubble solution in the tub.

After the water was ready you and tae both got settled in the water and sat together in a very comfortable silence. You were playing with the bubbles while taehyung laid his head on top of yours and was drawing random patterns on your thighs. After getting out of the bath, you both took a shower all while admiring each other's features and exchanging 'i love you' here and there.

You got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a bathrobe while taehyung wrapped a towel around his waist and then both of you went to the closet where you asked taehyung to sit on the bench sofa while you rummaged through the contents of the closet and chose a plain white shirt and a pair of brown pants for tae with a comfortable pair of pj's for yourself.

After getting dressed - and many of taehyung's protests - you both went to the dining table to eat dinner. You took out the dishes and served him his dinner which he finished in record time. He even asked for another serving. "Calm down tae, you'll get food stuck in your throat if wouldn't even breathe" you said joking, "Sorry jagi! But this food is delicious!" he commented with his mouth full. You laughed and after he completed his dinner you took him to your shared bedroom.

You went to the bed and pushed the duvet and motioned for taehyung to get in but he seemed a little reluctant. "What's wrong baby?" you asked "y/n....is it okay if we don't do anything tonight?" and you almost laughed at his innocence. He is so cute you thought and walked to him and looped your arms around his neck and said "we don't have to do anything tae. We're just going to cuddle and you are going to get a well deserved sleep, that's what we're gonna do". A slow smile spread across his beautiful face which made his eyes sparkle.

"I love you y/n" he said "i love you too tae" you said while pecking his lips and then took his hands in yours and guided him to the bed where you both snuggled in. Tae rested his face on your chest while you buried your nose in his half wet hair and smiled. Taehyung felt very relaxed and calm which he hadn't felt in a long time and he let your heartbeat and warmth lull him to sleep. Soon enough you heard soft snores coming from taehyung and you let his comfort take you to dreamland.

#taehyung #taehyung fluff #taehyung×reader #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fic #bts taehyung #bts fanfic #bts × reader #🐯

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 4 years

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Zuko x female reader series: Part Five

The eclipse is approaching and your arrangement with Zuko becomes harder and harder to keep a secret but Azula comes up with a solution.

Part One here

Part Two here

Part Three here

Part Four here

Part Six here

Tagged: @taeeemin @creation-magician @kaylove12

Your POV

"She tried to kiss me on the mouth" Zuko told you "but i casually blocked it" he reported to you. Quite literally reported, after each event he'd come straight to you and report how Mai had tried something and how he’d stopped it. "Zuko you don’t have to tell me everytime you know" you smirked and Zuko nodded "i know bit it feels so weird...i want to tell you, i want to be open so you know you can trust me". You smiled resting your hands on his shoulders "i trust you Zuko, we’re in a crap situation but you’re not the thing i worry about". Zuko frowned at your tone and body language "so what are you worried about?".

You weren’t suprised Zuko had noticed you’d been more tense than usual lately. The reason was you’d been feeling so guilty lately about all the secrets you had. The one about Ozai using Mai for her uncle, the secret you and Zuko were keeping from his actual girlfriend and not to mention the huge secret of your proposal you were keeping from Zuko. That one was the hardest because of how often you saw Zuko and how open and honest he was being with you lately. You’d tried coming clean to him but still didn’t know how to bring it up. You just wanted to ignore it and hope it would go away but of course that wouldn’t work.

You sighed coming back to the present and answered Zuko’s question "i’m mainly worried about your father, i feel like we’re all pawns to him". Zuko nodded wrapping his arms around you hugging you, "i know...but i promise he won’t use me for this much longer, I told him he had two weeks to finish up his deal and he's had one, one more and i break it off with Mai myself". You nodded "sounds good" and smiled up at Zuko. As stressful as being together was you still felt better just by being with Zuko and apparently the feeling was mutual. Zuko looked down at you and moved to kiss you. He did it slowly giving you enough time to move away but you didn’t. This no sex arrangment had been killing you, you thought about Zuko most of the time and even as he’d been talking you’d been staring at his face not really listening. Appreciating the cut of his chin, how messy his hair looked, the glow of his eyes and of course how good his lips looked. So you didn’t have much self restraint by the time he leant in and you let him kiss you, telling yourself one kiss wasn’t that bad but then one turned into two, two into three, then Zuko’s lips moved lower and lower. Soon you found yourself in a familiar position and stopped grabbing Zuko’s hands. "Stop" you said suddenly and Zuko smirked "it’s okay, can’t blame a guy for trying...". "No" you sighed "Zuko it’s not that...i just, I haven’t been honest with you”. Something about the way Zuko was with you made you want to be open and honest with him, you couldn’t keep it from him any longer. “I know what Ozai has planned and it’s bad Zuko. We need to work out a plan". Zuko frowned realising you were serious "y/n what are you talking about?". You sighed distangling yourself from him "I didn’t tell you because i worried it would change everything...make me less exciting and more like a burden" you sighed and Zuko shook his head "you'd never be a burden y/n! I’m sure it’s not that bad, tell me". "Your father told me he's arranging your wedding or well our wedding". Zuko stared before he frowned "ours as in...". "Yup" you nodded. Zuko paused and laughed angrily "wow...without telling us? Or even asking us?". You frowned "well he told me to tell you, he thinks you know". "He didn’t even ask me about it!" Zuko said annoyed "who is he to decide we should get married!". "He said it’s our duty" you said softly and Zuko’s eyes sparked "we don’t have any duties! Atleast not like this, not ones that would force us together! We are not cattle". You couldn’t help feeling responsible and so didn’t reply as Zuko paced. "He’s still trying to make me just like him! Well unlike him i won’t force anyone to be my wife and i won’t be forced into a marriage just because he says so!". "That’s why I said we needed a plan, i’m sure we can think of some excuse to get out of it but it’ll have to be a damn good one". Zuko went quiet and you frowned "Zuko?". "Y/n there is a way but it’s risky..i haven’t even thought it through properly it was just an idea I had". "What is it?" you asked and he sighed. "The more i think of it...y/n you know i care about you more than anything right?". You nodded smiling despite the situation "of course". "And these months with you and the time we’ve been together i’ve been so happy just because it’s with you...i don’t know if i should just..." Zuko sighed and you grabbed his arm "Zuko?". "I feel so selfish" Zuko cried "I’ve seen how the world sees us y/n, how we’ve treated them and I want to do better, I don’t want to be like my father just taking what I want and i’ve tried to change”. You nodded “I’ve noticed Zuko” and he smiled but it still looked pained. “I’ve been trying not to be who I was before, less entitled and demanding but now my father dangles this and i’m tempted. That’s why he chose you, because he knows he can use you to manipulate me, to make me happy. I could marry you and that would make staying here worth it, i could just envoke myself in you and block it all out until i become firelord and I know i could y/n, with you...being with you is more than enough to make me forget the world but that would make me a coward, like my father, and you don’t deserve a coward, i have to make myself worthy of you". You frowned "Zuko what are you talking about, how?". "By helping the avatar" Zuko told you and you went silent. "I’ve been thinking about my destiny and while I know it’s with you i know it’s not like this, i can’t just ignore everything i’ve seen out there y/n so i’m sorry but I have to leave and go help the avatar". "Why are you apologising?" you asked confused and Zuko looked at you before blinking "because i’ll have to leave again...". "Duh but who says i have to stay here?". Zuko’s eyes widenned "you’d want to come with me?". You hit him on the shoulder "of course! They drove you away from me once you think i’d let them do it again?". Zuko stared at you in shock "you’re serious? Y/n this will be really dangerous we'll be fugitives, they won’t hunt us to stop up they’ll hunt to kill us". "Sounds like fun" you smirked "so when we leaving?". Zuko shook his head at you in disbelief "you’d do this for me? All because i said i have to?". "Of course" you smiled "plus you know you’d die without me". "I would but not for the reasons you’re thinking" Zuko smirked and for the second time that day he leant down to kiss you and again you let him. Having the weight of your secret off your chest and at the same time having Zuko confide in you felt so good, it made you feel so free. You were going to get out of this situation, this place and all with Zuko by your side. Knowing that made you felt so hopeful, so excited, so in love. So this time you didn’t pull away as the kiss progressed although Zuko kept checking, as he kept meeting your eyes as if asking if this was okay. In response you took over to show him you wanted this and he was only too happy to let you take the lead.

***

“I’m breaking up with Mai” Zuko told you suddenly, still breathing heavily after your activities. “What?” you asked confused “but your father...”. “I don’t care” Zuko smiled at you “I’m going to do it, today in fact! I’m sick of waiting for other people to do what I want, we’re going to leave soon I don’t have to worry about my father’s wrath” Zuko beamed at you “i don’t care about it anymore! All i care about is you and i’m not treating you like this for one hour longer”. Zuko stood up grabbing his clothes and you sat up “Zuko are you sure...won’t that attract more suspicion from your father?”. Zuko shook his head “No, if he asks i’ll claim I felt bad being engaged to you and dating her, he always said I was too soft so he’ll believe it”. “But Zuko are you sure?” you asked “you don’t have to just for me...” but Zuko kissed you cutting you off. “Yes i do” he smiled seperating “I need to do this for me, for you, for Mai, plus I don’t think i’ll be able to hide it anymore” .You blushed and Zuko grinned noticing. “I’ll come find you after, you don’t even need to get out of bed if you don’t want to” Zuko smirked and you blushed. “Unfortunately I have to, I have training and then lunch with Ty lee, so i’ll see you in the evening, if you can last till then?”. Zuko sighed jokingly “I suppose I will have to” and kissed your cheek one more time before leaving the room.

5 hours later

After your morning with Zuko you felt like you were walking on air. You actually felt like you were glowing and all day you’d been in a great mood. You did better in training then you’d ever done before and knew it was because of Zuko. You still felt exceptionally happy as you made your way through the palace for your dinner with Ty lee. The invitation to have dinner with her had arrived just a few days ealier and you’d accepted immedietly. You were pleased she'd invited you and saw it as a clear attempt from Ty lee to befriend you. You wanted to make an effort to be her friend so were on best behaviour, feeling in the mood to make a new friend but as soon as you entered the room your face dropped. It wasn’t just you and Ty lee...Mai and Azula were there too. Ty lee had been very clear in her invitation it would just be you two but you could see from her expression this hadn’t been her fault. She shot you an apologetic look while Azula smirked openly at you. So Azula had crashed this and probably dragged Mai here too. That was fine, you could deal with this. You smiled at Ty lee letting her know it was okay and sat next to her. Mai looked up as you entered and you purposefully avoided her eye. She definitely looked upset telling you Zuko had broken up with her as promised and you couldn’t help feel guilty. You were suprised she was even here at all given the circumstances but again reminded yourself Azula forced her friends to do things they didn’t want to do often. Ty lee grinned at you and seemed pleased to have you there. Sure enough you saw why, between Mai’s glowering and Azula’s snarky comments this wasn’t the environment Ty lee thrived in. You and Ty lee took over conversation and you laughed about a play Ty lee’s sister was in. Your laughter evidently triggered Mai who slammed her drink down making you go quiet. "Eugh why are you two always so happy all the time" Mai snapped glaring at you and Ty lee “your laughter is more piercing than my knives”. Ty lee looked down obviously not wanting to provoke Mai and you frowned watching. Mai looked at you and Azula smirked. "I assume you've heard?" Azula asked you “about Mai and Zuko?”. You looked up at Mai and she cocked her head to one side waiting for your reply. "Yes" you nodded "Zuko told me" you swallowed. "Before or after it happened?" Mai asked suprising you. "After" you lied "i didn’t know before". Mai raised an eyebrow "how soon after?". "Erm it was late afternoon, maybe 2?" you asked and Mai glared "he must’ve come straight from doing it, asshole". Mai saw you look down and sighed "okay I know he’s your friend so i promise no more Zuko talk okay?". Ty lee laughed nervously and you smiled "sounds good". Azula set her cutlery down and turned to you. It was like the seconds preceding a natural disaster, the look Azula gave you was all the warning you needed but you couldn’t do anything to stop her. "Apart from one thing..." Azula smiled sweetly "don’t you want to tell us the good news y/n? I hear congratulations are in order for you and Zuko". You paled as Mai’s eyes shot to your face and even Ty lee frowned side eyeing you. "What does that mean?" Mai asked and Azula chuckled "should i tell her or you?". You swallowed wondering how to talk yourself out of this but Azula beat you to it "y/n and Zuko are engaged". "What?" Ty lee and Mai cried and you glared at Azula "don’t say it like that! Mai it’s not like that, Ozai ordered it, we didn’t want it". Mai frowned but seemed less angry and then Azula spoke again. "You don’t want to get married? So you’re just sleeping together for fun i guess?". You flinched and Mai saw the look on your face "bitch" she spat. You ran your hands over your face agitatedly "Mai it’s..". "What not true?" Mai yelled but she knew from your reaction that was a lie. "No it’s true..." you admitted and Ty lee let out a mini gasp "that’s why you were asking about Zuko and Mai’s relationship at the ball...". You nodded your head "Mai i didn’t know you and Zuko had also slept together, if i did...". "You wouldn’t have done it? Wouldn’t have slept with my boyfriend?". You winced but nodded. "You knew he was dating me! You knew i liked him! You always told me not to worry! You were just friends! Was this some game?". "No Mai I always meant what i said i didn’t realise i liked Zuko until a few weeks ago and it hasn’t been going on long i promise!". "How long has it been going on?" Mai asked suddenly and you paused "since you got back from the Ember Islands". Mai narrowed her eyes "that was when you and Zuko first kissed?”. "Yes" you nodded hoping Mai couldn’t hear the unease in your voice, you begged her not to ask anymore. Mai tutted but could see Ty lee looked just as nervous as you and she put it together. Mai followed Ty lee’s realisation and stared at you darkly "and that’s not all...is it?" she asked. You shook your head and Mai glared. "The day after we got back?" she yelled “that day!”. "Not the day after you got back...that night, that night was the first time". You’d been trying to be honest but in retrospect you maybe could’ve omitted that detail. Mai looked from Ty lee to you and stepped towards you. "No" Ty lee cried stepping infront of Mai as she yelled at you. "You’re assholes the both of you! I came back from the trip thinking me and Zuko were back on track and that night, and after he’d been with me in the morning he was screwing you! And he has been ever since! All this time!". "It’s only happened twice" you cried and Mai’s anger rose "he’s barely been back from our holiday a week y/n" and threw a glass at you "only two times? Is that meant to make me feel better?". "Mai i’m sorry" you cried but Mai was in a full blown rage. Ty lee was losing her grip on her and frowned "y/n you should go" Ty lee told you "now". You agreed seeing how Mai was eyeing you and how Azula was just watching smugly. "Mai i’m sorry" you said rushing away. You could hear her yelling insults at you as you rushed away and almost jogged down the coridoor. You barreled into someone and as luck would have it, it was Zuko. "Y/n?" he asked seeing the look in your eyes "what’s wrong?". You grabbed onto his hand drawing him into his nearby room and shut the door tightly "Mai knows!". Zuko pailed "what does she know?". "Everything, she knows we’re engaged, that we’re dating and that we’ve been cheating". "How?". "Azula, she said it while me and Mai were together". "Shit, are you okay?" Zuko asked. You were suprised by that question "me?". "Yes you!" Zuko nodded "you had to face Mai’s wrath all on your own...she didn’t attack you did she?". You shook your head and Zuko nodded relieved. "She was just really angry and upset" you frowned "i feel awful". Zuko nodded and bundled you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and you sighed against him. "Atleast we know we didn’t do it to be mean or on purpose, we really care about each other" Zuko told you. "I guess" you nodded and Zuko smiled tucking a finger under your chin "don’t worry i’ll sort this out, i’ll give Mai time to cool off then explain". You nodded "she won’t understand but maybe she'll see we didn’t mean to hurt her". Zuko nodded "she will i promise but for tonight you should stay here". You looked at him confused "i should?". Zuko nodded "i know Mai and i don’t think she’d do anything but with Azula whispering things in her ears...i’d feel better if you stayed with me until we left this place”. Just Zuko talking about your escape made you smile and you were hardly going to reject such an offer. You felt exhuasted, drained and wanted to have some company so welcomed Zuko’s offer. He leant you one of his robes and you curled up quickly in his master bed. "This feels weird" you commented “being in your room like this so openly”. “You’ve stayed in my room a thousand times” Zuko grinned and you nodded “yeah but not since we’ve been together”. Zuko frowned if that was a good or bad thing but you made a tired noise and leant into his arms. "It feels nice" you smiled "no messing around, no hiding what we’re doing anymore, it’s finally just us". Zuko nodded "it seems more real". You re-opened one eye "not getting cold feet fire prince?". Zuko smirked "not at all" and drew you closer against him. "Good" you smiled.

The next day

You figured out the whole palace knew about your and Zuko’s engagement due to the fact seconds after leaving Zuko’s room the first person you saw bowed. Not a casual bow, but a full on-the-floor bow to both of you. "Prince Zuko, lady y/n, congratulations". You and Zuko frowned at one another, had Azula or Ozai told everyone? Either way it was apparently out now. "Thank you" Zuko coughed "excuse us" and pulled you along after him. You headed towards the throne room, being bowed to by every single person you passed, and Azula was stood waiting. "Ahh the happy couple" Azula called as soon as she saw you “a whole crowd’s gathered outside the palace following the news". "What, why?" Zuko asked. "To see the future fire lord and his wife of course" Azula smirked "the future rulers of the fire nation... fathers waiting for you both" she grinned before practically skipping away. You couldn't imagine Ozai was happy and Zuko misinterpreted your frown to be worry. Zuko took your hand "it'll be okay, don't worry". "I'm not worried" you smiled "he can hardly kill us, i think that would dampen the mood of the crowd waiting for us down there". Zuko joined you by the window and frowned down at the crowd "they’re all here for us?". "Apparently" you shrugged "i've never been paraded around infront of crowds before, remind me what the royal procedure is again Smile and wave right?". "Pretty much" Zuko nodded and you smirked "maybe i am cut out for this rulimg stuff" and pulled Zuko into Ozai's throne room.

Ozai was not in a good mood and thought a good way to start the day would be to tell you both everything you'd done wrong. "Not only were you not supposed to break up with Ukano’s daughter yet, you were not supposed to announce your engagement either". "I wasn't going to string y/n or mai along any longer" Zuko argued back and you smiled. "Well thanks to your nobility we have a war in a day and the people are crowding the palace requesting details about your wedding" Ozai glared. "Have you tried asking them to go away?" you asked and felt Zuko tense as he tried not to smirk. Ozai pretended he didn't even hear you and fixed his attention on Zuko only "you will deal with this" and strode from the room. You glared after Ozai before noticing Zuko was edging closer to the balcony. "We're going to have to make an announcement" Zuko sighed and you nodded. "Do you think telling them the weddings off will work?". "Nope" Zuko said before looking around to make sure you we're alone "y/n we leave tomorrow, so now we just have to play the part of happy couple, okay? All smiley and so happy to be engaged". You nodded "easy enough, i mean i think i can manage acting happy to be with you". "Ow yeah?" Zuko asked raising an eyebrow. You smirked "yeah, might be hard but i'll manage". "How will the fire nation ever repay you for your service?" Zuko asked smirking and you grinned "i'm sure you'll think of a way to make it up to me, now come on". You took his arm and Zuko nodded to you before pushing the balcony doors open and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

You and Zuko finally got to the end of your final day in the fire nation but it felt like the longest day of your life. After your official appearance on the balcony everywhere you went you were stopped and congratulated. Flocks of women congratulated you with so much earnest it was scary. Men who’d never even bothered to meet your eye previously now bowed their heads as you passed, hoping to get in good with Zuko through you. You mother had sent you an 8 page letter telling you how proud of you she was and you burnt it. She hadn’t cared when you’d led you first fleet at 13 or when you’d manned your own crew at 9 but getting engaged made her realise she loved you apparently. As amazing as Zuko was as a marriage prospect you thought it was a bit much. All the women acted as if you were the luckiest woman who ever lived and constantly asked how pleased you were or even how you’d managed it by some of the bold elder women. It took a lot of restraint not to tell them you weren't getting married and even if you were you hadn't won anything or gotten lucky for bagging Zuko...if anything you and Zuko had come out equally well in this arrangement...it was infuriating having everyone treat you special for having a man attached to you. It made you look forward to your escape even more and you focused on making sure everything was ready all day. It was now evening and you were adding the last bits to your supplies as Zuko tried to speak to Mai considering it would be the last chance he'd get before you left. He appeared in your shared bunker red faced and in shock. "It didn't go well?" you asked and Zuko shook his head "i think it was still too soon to try and speak with her". You noticed the red slap mark on his cheek and nodded "yeah i thought it might be to soon". “We can try again if we ever survive tomorrow” Zuko spoke and you frowned. “When we survive tomorrow” you corrected him “we’ll come back eventually alive and well and then you can try again with Mai”. Zuko smirked at your optimism, something he wasn’t raised with a lot of, and nodded “when we come back”. You smiled at him approvingly, Zuko really had changed and you were so proud of the man he now was.

The day of the escape you and Zuko made your way to Ozai’s room so Zuko could confront him. You weren’t too keen on telling the firelord you were leaving but you knew Zuko needed to do this so were supportive. You guarded the door and let Zuko talk to his father in private. When you heard the sound of lightning you threw the door open just as Zuko was rushing out of it. "Y/n lets go! Now!" Zuko cried. You saw Ozai on the floor in a cover of smoke and had to admit you smirked. You knew Zuko hadn’t injured him seriously but it pleased you Zuko had fought back against his abusive father this time. Zuko tugged you to the airship pad and soon had the one picked out ready. You took over flying having more experience than Zuko with vehicles and your ship slipped further and further away from the palace. Time passed and silence settled. You had your eyes fixed in the direction the sky bison had gone but Zuko was looking behind in the direction of the fire nation. “No-ones following us” Zuko said coming to stand beside you. “That took you twenty minutes to work out?” you asked smirking and Zuko blushed. “Hey it’s okay” you smiled patting his arm “i’ll miss it in a weird way too but this is going to be good, this is all going to work out you’ll see”. Zuko sighed yanking you against his chest so he could engulf you in a hug. “You’re right” he smiled “this is what i’ve always been meant to do and we’ll do it, together”. “I like the sound of that” you smiled and watched the last trace of the fire nation disappear from the horizon.

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Angsty Zuko is great but loved and emotionally stable Zuko is superior (that’s probably why I added so many Zuko cuddles but i’m not mad about it).

Next part is the last one in the series!

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Sweet Temptations - Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader

A/N- So I really hadn't expected to get this one done so early. But here we go, I am done and I'm not sure if it's any good.

Summary- (Y/N) is a married woman, stuck in a loveless, unhappy marriage with one of Thomas Shelby's rivals who mistreats her and abuses her. She embarks on this forbidden affair with him.

Read part-2 here.

Warnings- MAJOR SMUT MAYBE? Porn without plot? Read it at your own risk.

Requested by- @peakyfooky

Thank you to the creators for their lovely GIFs. These aren't mine. One of them was found on the internet so if it's yours, let me know and I'll credit you❤️

"Mrs. Button?" Your housekeeper stepped into the library of your mansion, her eyes trained on you. You were perched on an armchair, a book spread out on your lap, your finger holding a lit cigarette as you brought it up to your lip, the dried gash on your bottom lip burning slightly every time you tried to speak, so you just motioned to her to come in.

"Mr. Button requests your presence in his study."

You nodded, shutting the book and standing up, stubbing the cigarette into the ashtray and placing the book back on the rack from where you had pulled it out. You wondered what that vile, evil man who your parents had married you off to, for money, was upto now.

You were twenty four, married to this man for two years and still childless, because he was more into filthy street whores than he was into you. But you were okay with it. You would have felt worse if he had wanted your body.

Wrapping your arms around your body and rubbing the sides of your arms, you walked down the well lit hallway, towards the mahogany door that smelt like cigarettes and booze from a distance. You placed yourself by the door and knocked, hearing a grunt from inside. You stepped in, your eyes falling on the vile creature that sat lounged over the desk, his feet sprawled up on the desk, his baloon belly evident from underneath the layer of rich fabric that made up his shirt.

"Where were you last night eh? The maids fucking tell me you went out."

You bit the insides of your cheeks– there was nothing you wanted to do more than to slap the smug look from his face but the fresh gash from two days back still reminded you of what kind of a sick, twisted fuck he was.

"We were out of bread so I– "

"So I what? When I've given you twelve fucking maids to do these things for you, why do you insist on still going out? To whore yourself to men? Why?"

"Seriously, Michael– "

Before you could even reply, he had grabbed the nearest object on his desk, a tiny round decorative item that he had brought from his trip to America and thrown it towards you. Maybe they were your reflexes, but you found yourself ducking at the right time, the tiny object slamming into the wall behind you and breaking into many tiny pieces.

"You fucking bitch." He hissed,licking over his malignant, yellow teeth when there was a knock on the door.

"What the fuck do you want eh?" He yelled, his eyes not moving from yours as now you stood in a corner, your hands curled into fists, kneading into the fabric of your dress as anger coursed through you like lava.

The door opened and one of your husband's henchmen stepped in.

"Boss, Thomas Shelby's here."

Thomas Shelby– the striking blue eyed devil– the only one that managed to irk your husband beyond capacity, that one reason you were thankful to him for. Your husband was so busy planning and plotting to get this Thomas Shelby out of the picture, he didn't focus that much on you, for which you were grateful for.

"Bring the bastard in, of course." Your husband pursed his lips, his eyes flying to you. "Get us a drink now."

"I thought you had twelve fuckin' maids to do this for you." You spat angrily, moving to the liquor cabinet when the door finally opened and the atmosphere in the room changed and the wafting fragrance of a man's eu de cologne spread through your nostrils, a warm welcoming fragrance, that reminded you of anything but your husband's sweaty stink. The man that walked in was a handsome one, a cap placed over his side shaven head, his long coat flowing in after him. He had a cigarette in his grip. If you didn't know better, you wouldn't think this man was dangerous.

"Mr. Button, I see you accepted to meet me at such a short notice eh."

"Sit down, Mr. Shelby. I hear you have a proposition for me."

It was as though you were invisible in a corner but it was your husband's words that pulled you put of your concentrated stare on the man that had just walked in.

"What you fuckin' doing there eh? Can we bloody have our drinks?"

Mr. Button's directed gaze towards you caused the handsome stranger's head to snap towards you and that's when your eyes met his icy, blue ones, and unknowingly, you parted your lips, letting your tongue slide out and moisten your lower lip. There was something electrifying about the eyes; an imaginary pull that seemed to be binding you to him.

Quietly, you walked up to the men, placing your drinks on the desk for either of them and looked up at your husband.

"Can I do anything else for you, dear husband?" You said, sarcastically.

"Yes, just fuck off."

"Gladly." You muttered under your breath, taking a step away to turn towards the door, but not without sharing one last lingering glance with Thomas Fuckin' Shelby.

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You could hear the men screaming from your bedroom but you couldn't care. In fact, a part of you found thrill in an imagination that maybe, a bad scuffle will take place and somehow, your husband will be killed in action. You had just stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but an almost sheer negligee, a towel wrapped around your head and a loose fitting robe that hadn't been knotted up in the center. You could hear the sound of the motorcar from your window so out of curiousity, you walked up to the window and fixed yourself to it.

You could see the leader of the Peaky Blinders get into his motorcar with the men that had accompanied him, the car slowly pulling off the driveway. You bit your lip, too hard, drawing out blood, the metallic taste spreading in your mouth. You wanted him to look up at the window once and as if he had read your thoughts, his eyes flew up to the window, catching you staring at him. You didn't realize why, but a smile broke out against your lip, your palm latching to the glass pane of the window, as you watched him drive away.

It was almost two minutes later when you heard the sound of the motorcar again, and this time when you looked, relief spread through you when you saw your husband and a few of his men leave in their cars. At least now you had the house to yourself, atleast for a few hours. Usually when he left around midnight, he wasn't back until 9 or 10 the next morning.

You took off the towel, drying off your wet hair that were now clinging to your body, droplets of water running down your neck. You wrapped the robe around your frame, pulling out a cigarette from the box and lighting it as you stepped out of your room and walked down the hallway to the library on the ground floor– the only room in this godforsaken mansion that didn't feel alien to you– the only room that you found yourself spending most of your time in.

The minute you stepped into the hallway, a shiver ran down your spine as the chilly wind hit you, causing you to realize that the connecting door to the garden from the library was wide open.

"Hello? Janice? Is that you?" You called out, hoping to find your housekeeper trot inside, with a broom in her hand but no one answered. So, shrugging your shoulders in an incoherent manner, you walked up to the glass door, bolting it shut from the inside when you heard it, the unmistakable sound of a footstep creaking against the wooden floorboards somewhere, in the library, with you.

A sudden fear gripped you, you knew your husband had many, many enemies and it wouldn't be unusual for one of the crazy ones to have sneaked into your home and was now hiding in the library, somewhere, alone with you. You quickly grabbed a candlestick, curling your fingers tighter against the iron, taking a small, yet cautious step towards the library. Your eyes scanned the book racks, trying to spot anyone hiding in between them, your mind alert when suddenly, you saw him.

He was just a shadow, lurking in a dark corner at the back of your library, shielded by the last book rack, but you could see that he was facing you.

"I can see you, you know." You murmured in your husky voice, ready to strike him with the candlestick when he finally stepped out from the dark, into the light, your eyes now adjusting to see who he was.

"You." Was all you could manage to say, your heart suddenly palpitating, your knees already feeling like jelly. There stood the man you had secretly been sharing glances with all day, right in front of you, within your arms reach.

"My husband's not here, Mr. Shelby, this visit of yours is very inappropriate." You commented, half heartedly, meaning no word of it.

"Yet you made no fuss, Mrs. Button. When you could have screamed and alerted everyone in your home." Thomas Shelby's lips held the slightest of smirks against its corners, but his eyes were emotionless and bland.

You didn't loosen your grip over the candlestick, your eyes following every movement that the man made, as you saw him pull out his box of cigarettes and nip one between his teeth. His other hand moved to the pocket of his coat, pulling out a box of matches but somehow, it fell from his hand and fell to the floor, settling right in between you and him.

You took a step closer, your eyes still on him as you bent and grabbed the box, before he could. You then pulled out a match, lighting it and stepped closer towards him to help him light the end of his stick, his features appearing even more glorious under the pale flickering light of the match.

"I saw you leave in your car."

"You should be more careful with that door." He pointed towards the back entrance of your library that led to the garden. "Any lad can get in through the back and not all of them will be here for– "

"For what, Mr. Shelby?" You cut him off abruptly.

You could feel a weird, tingly sensation in your fingers. You wanted to reach out and hook your fingers on the fabric of his coat, take it off. So you did. His eyebrow shot up in surprise for he hadn't expected you to be so forward. You tugged slightly on his coat and smiled, "We have a fireplace in here that should be warm enough, Mr. Shelby, I don't think you'll need your coat. May I?"

You helped him slide out of his coat first before holding it in your hands and making your way to the coat hanger and hanging it over. Your eyes fell on the library door and like a stealthy cat, you quickly swiped the door shut, trying to hide this little whatever this was from the employees of your house.

"Care for a drink Mr. Shelby?"

He hummed in response, his eyes fixed on you, moving slightly lower and then back up again. It was funny how this one act of vulgarity didn't seem to phase you, and in fact you even liked it. You slowly turned away from him, walking up to the other side of the room, your bare feet grazing against the carpeted floor on this side. You pushed yourself up on your toes, trying to pull out the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, making sure to give him a good view of you from behind. Your fingers clasped against the neck of the bottle as you pulled it down from the top rack and poured it carefully into two glasses, taking them back to him.

He gladly accepted the drink, his fingers almost brushing with yours when he took the glass, causing shivers to run down your spine. You knew it– the game that he was playing – intentionally touching you so very subtly, knowing how you were actually enjoying the flirting.

"What's a woman of your likes doing with a man like him?"

You could sense the distaste behind his words so you just parted your lips and let out a weak sigh before taking a sip of your whiskey.

"Call it a punishment for being born into a greedy family. Sold me off to the monster for some good pounds like I was a mare." You commented.

"Why didn't you run away? You could have gone to London, or even to America."

"It's not that easy, not when you're married to a gangster. You out of all men should understand that." You said, relishing the bitter yet sweet taste of the whiskey on your taste buds.

"Mr. Shelby, enough about me. I wanted to know the reason for your visit. I know you're not here to meet Michael." You slurred.

You saw the man's eyebrow twitch but you couldn't determine if it was out of amusement or something else. After a lingering minute of silence, you watched as he downed the whiskey in one go, almost slamming the glass back against one of the racks.

"Can we skip past the formalities now, Mrs. Button? I think you know why I am here."

You couldn't deny it. You and this man had a sizzling chemistry. There was a raw desire spurting inside you, that wanted nothing more to be satiated. You could feel it– the sexual tension, the need to touch each other, the need to feel him touch you at places you had forgotten how a man's touch felt like.

You nodded.

Thomas Shelby's hands grabbed you, his hands locking around your waist as he pulled you into his embrace and slowly turned around, so you were now pinned against the rack, his front pressing into you. You could feel his slow, ready grinding against your core, causing your body to erupt into a sensation of desires, like small electric short circuits everywhere. You parted your lips and let out a low moan, only to be shut up when his lips slammed against yours in a needy way. You were a believer, a devout Christian by faith, you knew the temptations the Devil was capable of and you knew that Thomas Shelby was nothing more than the devil in disguise. But this didn't deter you from wanting to taste into the fruit of sin.

Your hands curled around his head, your fingers latching into the back of his head, tugging at his hair, your mouth struggling to keep pace with the sweet assault on them. His pupils dilated due to his lust for you, he kissed you, ravaging your lips, biting and tugging at them in the most animalistic way.

"Fuckin' hell." You cursed as his teeth almost bit into the gash on your lip, the one where your husband had mercilessly beat you a few nights before, the taste of your own metallic blood in your mouth. Maybe Tommy tasted it too, for he immediately pulled away, his hands still holding you in place.

"Did he do this to you?"

You nodded.

"Come with me then. Leave that man." Those were the words he said to you as he grabbed you by your hand and dragged you to the desk in the corner.

"And go where? He'll find me. You know I can't fucking do that." For once, you could feel yourself weaken, the sudden realization of it all seeping through you, that you were trapped in a life full of torture and abuse and there was nothing you could do about it.

"I'll think of something, until then –" he brought his palm up to your cheek, his thumb brushing over the gash on your lip that was bleeding now.

"Thomas– " You moaned.

Maybe the way his name rolled out of your lips was too much for him to bear, he literally started ripping your robe off in an attempt to free you of it while you hands fervently ran against the buttons of his shirt to get it off. Clothes were ripped off and the library floor was stocked with piles of discarded clothes, both of you naked and beautiful under each other's eyes, by the desk by the fireplace.

Tommy's hands grabbed your bare arse, kneading it lightly until he barked at you to turn over and you complied. You felt vulnerable, bent on your own desk with nothing to cover your modesty, his eyes snaking over your back, your arse but you liked it. So much so that you were horrified if someone was to hear you, not because of what your husband would do to you, but because of how you would have to part with this man right now when you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.

"For fucks sake, Thomas, I need you now. I don't want anyone to– "

"Your wish is my fuckin' command." Was all he said. That was all the warning you received.

And then you screamed in a sweet, pleasurable pain when he thrust his hard cock into you, making you grab the edge of the table while his nails dug into your hips. A series of curses followed and soon, you found yourself enjoying the way his cock was ravaging your core. His pace inside you was relentless, his hits merciless, hitting you at just the right spot every time, causing you to just sneak closer to your edge with every hit.

"Fuck," Tommy grunted in a low voice, sliding in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing through the library.

"Fucking hell, Thomas– " You seethed, holding on to the desk as you felt your eyes roll at the back of your head, pleasure bursting inside you with every movement of his.

"You feel so good." He slurred, his voice thick with lust and desire. It was like music to your ears, a music you didn't want to stop listening to. But you also knew that all good things often come to an end. "Come for me now, love. Come on." His voice commanded you, making you tip over your edge.

And the command was all it took for you to come crashing down, your body trembling as your pussy clenched around his cock, shooting sparks all over your body. And after a few unsteady, light thrusts, you felt him twitch inside you as a final signal that he was there too, his warm seed spilling into you as he moaned something incoherent that you couldn't make out.

He stayed like that for a few silent seconds, both of yous erratic breathing empowering each others until you finally felt him slide out of you. You stood up, leaving a trail of his cum rolling down your thigh as you struggled to put your underwear on and then grabbed your robe silently while Tommy pulled his pants up and started rummaging for his torn shirt that had almost been ripped apart by you.

You bit your lip awkwardly now; a sudden void filling up your heart.

Thomas Shelby had gotten what he wanted, and maybe he would never look your way again.

Of course, this couldn't mean more than a one time thing to him, could it?

Suddenly, the sound of a match lighting brought you back into reality but you were startled to find him standing inches apart from you, his palm on your cheek, his index finger rubbing gently over your gash.

"You alright love?"

You gave him a weak smile and nodded.

You parted your lips to reply but a loud bang on the door caused you and Thomas to turn towards the door.

"Mrs. Button, is everything alright in there?" Janice called out.

"It-It is, Janice, is there anything you want?"

"Just wanted to let you know your husband's home."

"Fucking hell, looks like our time is up, Mr. Shelby," Your eyes flew to Tommy, as the curse escaped your mouth. He looked unbothered."I'll join him in a minute." You called out to Janice.

Tommy didn't say anything else. As quietly as he had come in, you saw him walk towards the door that led to your garden and you followed him. It was only when he reached the door and you unbolted it for him, did he turn and look into your eyes and speak.

"Until next time, Mrs. Button."

"Call me (Y/N). I don't want to be linked with that man. At least not with you around."

"Let me rephrase it then, until next time, (Y/N), who knows it might even be at your dear husband's funeral."

That was the last words that he spoke to you that night before you saw him sneak out through your garden until he wasn't in sight anymore and you stood there by that door, smirking inwardly at his words.

(What do you guys feel about a second part to this? Let me know?)

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Coming Home pt.4

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PART ONE || TWO || THREE || FOUR || FIVE || FINALE || BONUS

The weekend was restless, I couldn’t sleep without waking up every few hours. My mind can’t seem to shut off. My argument with Jaehyun before he left was just nagging in my head.

I was in need of someone to talk to so i called a friend I knew could knock some sense into me.

“I’m 2 minutes away, open the door my hands are full”

“Stop bossing me around we’re not in the office, you’re not even my boss” I muttered, walking to the front door. When I opened it Johnny was already standing there, phone in one hand and a bunch of other stuff on the other

“What is that?” I asked, tucking my phone in my back pocket then opened the door wider to let the giant in

“Gifts for Chae Yoon, Jae told me she likes the cookies near his new place and told me to get some for her. These are toys from her favorite uncle, me” he said while setting down the drinks he was holding “And this is for our coffee talk, but first let me see the little cutie”

“Like I said, Hyuck is still her favorite” I replied but he ignored me, already making his way to the living room where Chae was playing.

I could hear Johnny smothering my kid from the other room while I put the cookie he brought on a plate to give to Chae

“You look cuter, heard you can walk now. Oh wow” he said to the little girl who was happily smiling back at him. No one was really immune to this little girl’s charm, one smile from Chae Yoon can make you want to give her everything she asks for

“You look just like your dad, it’s crazy”

“No need to remind me” I mumbled, taking a seat on the couch

“You two good? I mean I know you’re not since you called me, and he also called to ask me to check up on you and Chae” Johnny said, shooting me a worried look

“I’m fine, we just had an argument”

“Sounds serious to me if he can’t call you himself, can I know what happened?” he asked

So i retold the happenings last Friday, Johnny is like a big brother that I’ve never had. Both Mark and I are very close to him, he’s practically family.

“That’s like years of arguments summarized into one, both of you were tired and stressed. He has his worries and you’re frustrated but trying to hide it. if anything, it’s good that you two finally said what you’ve been thinking for so long”

“What he said hurt, Johnny. How can he say I wanted to leave him that bad? Was I awful to him? I can’t recall one moment where I didn’t have his back. I was always on his side no matter what. It hurt hearing him say that”

“I can’t speak for Jaehyun, but I know he’ll never hurt you intentionally. He’s a good guy, he just needs some time”

“was 7 years not enough?” I chuckled

“You don’t always end up with the one you love, just like you said. Do what’s best for the both of you and for Chae Yoon”

“I don’t have a doubt that he’s a good father, atleast I know someone will love my daughter for the rest of her life” I said, looking at the little kid playing with her favorite teddy bear

“Just, don’t forget to love yourself too okay? I love the both of you, I really do. Even if you two don’t end up together as long as you’re happy”

“And you, baby girl. Always be happy like this, a lot of people love you” he told the little girl who was currently running around Johnny, screaming in joy.

Monday came, things got a bit hectic and I called in to work from for the day. Ofcourse Taeyong didn’t question my request. Fully understanding the situation.

I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of my friendship with my boss, so I’m still doing all the work like I’m at the office.

“Yes, those drafts have been approved and can be sent to the design department. I already had a meeting with Yuta, he says he can take over from there” I said through the call.

Chae is in the living room, while I was sitting on the dining table with my laptop infront of me and paper strewn across the table.

“I just have one more progress report to send, but after that we can take a new contract to review. You can send it to me maybe some time this week-” I cut off midsentence when I heard Chae crying, give me a second

“Hey can I call again later” I excused myself and walked to the living room, Chae Yoon wasn’t sitting where I left her. I followed her cries to see her sitting behind the couch,

“Baby how did you get there?” I asked, quickly picking her up to shush her. I noticed a big red bump starting to form on her forehead

“Did you fall? Oh my god” I said quickly checking her body, she winced and hit my hand away when I tried to lift her left arm. I didn’t even think twice, I grabbed my phone and my keys rushing out the apartment.

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Jaehyun was not going to lie, he’s been distracted throughout this whole business trip. He’s not usually like this, always focused on his work ready to perform his best. But then again him and Y/N have never had an argument as big as they did before he left.

He left bad leaving like that after arguing. He wanted to explain himself, tell her he was sorry but seeing her cry like that broke him. For the first time since the breakup this was the only time he saw her cry.

He didn’t mean to hurt her like that. He did love her. He still loves her.

He also knows she deserves better.

“Jaehyun?” Rose called out, calling his attention again. It wasn’t the first time his thought drifted away, fleeting all the way back to where his home was.

“Yes, sorry. I think Taeil will approve. If they carry on with the offer and not go any lower than what we previously discussed then we can definitely sign with them before we head back” Jaehyun answered, his mind half present in the moment

“Okay, I can tell the representative and managers later. Is there anything else we need to discuss? The expansion in China right?” she asked, opening another folder to read out more details

“We can set a meeting with Sicheng when we get back to Korea, I’ll tell my secreta-” he was cut off when his phone started to ring.

It was Taeyong.

He thought for a second why his hyung would be calling in the middle of the day, they both had work.

The first call he let it ring out, for a second the vibrating stopped. But then it started again, this time Johnny’s name was flashing on the screen.

He started to get this feeling that something is wrong so he quickly excused his self,

“Yes hyung? I’m in a meeting”

“Y/N is at the hospital right now, I’m on my way. Taeyong too” Johnny said so fast but it felt like Jaehyun’s world stopped.

A hundred wrong things already rushing through his mind

“Can you give me a second?” he said then walked back in the meeting room

“Hey I’m sorry but I need to cut this meeting short, there seems to be an emergency” he told Rose who answered with a smile, fully understanding the situation.

“Hyung, are you there yet?” Jaehyun asked, already rushing out of the office and back to his hotel

“Yes I’m on my way to their room” he can hear voices from the other side and Johnny asking for your name

“What happened? Is Y/N okay?”

“It wasn’t Y/N, Chae Yoon got into an accident at home”

Jaehyun paused, his world felt like it stopped. Then he was in full protective mode, “I’m hoping on the next flight back, please stay with them”

The flight back to Korea seemed a bit longer than really was, Jaehyun felt like he was just floating. Not really knowing what he was doing, he threw his stuff back in his suitcase while staying on the phone to look for the earliest flight back,

The whole ride back his leg was bouncing rapidly, wanting nothing but to hold his daughter in his arms and make sure she was okay.

He felt like the worst father, not being there for her right now. He could only imagine how Y/N feel.

When he got to the hospital and asked for the room his daughter was admitted in, he saw Johnny standing outside on the phone with someone.

Johnny looked up and saw the younger one walking towards him, “Jaehyun is here, you don’t have to drive down Mark. It’s fine we’ll take care of her, don’t worry too much” he said then bid goodbye to Y/N’s brother.

“Hyung” he breathed out, slightly out of breath from running through the parking lot to here

“They’re in there, Taeyong’s in there too. Y/N’s napping with Chae, she just stopped crying just now” he explained, and then Taeyong stepped out of the room gently closing the door behind him

“Oh thank god you’re here, Chae Yoon is fine. She bumped her head and her left arm is a bit swollen because she fell on that side” his Hyung further got into detail, his heart breaking just thinking about his daughter being in pain. Wishing it was him instead

“Y/N was in shock, she wouldn’t stop crying when we got here. I think she passed out while crying”

“I can go to their apartment to get some stuff Chae needs, how about you? do you have a change of clothes?” Taeyong asked him, gesturing to the suit he was still wearing

“Yea, I have my suitcase in the car. I’ll stay with them” he mumbled, his hyung gave him a pat on the back before walking away

“You okay, Jae?” Johnny asked the younger one

“Yea, just... feeling guilty” he mumbled, admitting the defeat and guilt now occupying his mind

“Don’t be, it was an accident. Chae is fine, if anything I think she was just shocked and got a little bit anxious seeing Y/N cry”

“I’ll grab dinner for us, go be with your family” and with that Johnny said goodbye, leaving Jaehyun alone in the hallway outside the door.

He took a deep breath as if to prepare himself before gently opening the door, careful not to disturb his daughter or Y/N

The sight that welcomed him made his heart ache and full at the same time, the uneasiness he felt those past few days were gone.

There were a lot of realizations in that moment. One was he wished he could take back those words he said to Y/N, number two was he missed his daughter much more than he thought he did and last was that Johnny was right.

They are his family.

With those realizations he slowly walked closer to the bed, standing behind the chair Y/N was currently sitting on. Her head was resting on her arm, her eyes puffy and nose still a bit red. He looked over his daughter, a little bump on her forehead but apart from that he didn’t see any other visible injuries. It didn’t lessen his worries though.

He thought about it for a second before gently laying a hand on Y/N’s back, her eyes quickly opening and landing on their daughter before looking behind her.

The moment their eyes met, her eyes started to water again

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay” he said in the most gentle tone, trying not to wake Chae Yoon and to calm Y/N down

“It’s my fault, I- I wasn’t watching her” she said in between hiccups, he knelt in front of her then took the her hands that was resting on her lap

“It was an accident, she doesn’t blame you no one’s blaming you” he told her sincerely but she just kept on crying

“I’m such a bad m-”

“Don’t. Don’t even finish that sentence. You’re a good mother, the best one. Just because one accident happened does not mean you’re a bad mom” he said, he tried to wipe the tears away but it kept on coming

He’s now standing in front of her, Y/N still bowed down and her cries could still be heard

“Hey, come here” he said pulling her to him, it didn’t even take a second before she was crying on his chest with his arms around her

“She’s going to be okay, you know she hates seeing you cry” he said while rubbing her back in hopes of giving her come comfort,

She didn’t need to say anything, for a while they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

After a while her cries stopped but made no effort to move, Jaehyun leaned on the bed their daughter was lying on so now Y/N’s head was resting on the crook of his neck while standing inbetween his legs

“You want to sit down?” he asked her,

“No”

“Okay” he held he a bit tighter.

They both knew they had a lot to talk about still, but right now this was what they needed. It made the most sense. Later on they knew they had to face the facts once again.

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After the crying fest, I finally stopped crying. Again. Finally realizing that Jaehyun’s here. I turned to him, he must’ve felt me staring at him

“What?” he asked

“You’re here” I simply said, he chuckled at my statement “Yes”

“You’re not supposed to be home til tomorrow, right?”

“You think I could not come home when Johnny called?” he asked back, totally understanding what he meant,

I was going to call him first but it just so happened that Taeyong was calling to ask about another report but I hurriedly explained I was driving down to the hospital because Chae got into an accident, After that everything was just a blur. I was both in shock and panicking and trying to drive both of us safely to the hospital that it totally flew over my head to call him.

“I was going to call you but I just... I was” I tried to explain but not really finding the words

“It’s fine, Y/N. I should’ve been here anyways” he mumbled, now looking at Chae with a look of sadness on his face

“You didn’t know this was going to happen” I answered, laying a comforting hand on his arm

“I’m sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault, Jae. You don’t have to say sorry” I told him

“Not about that but for making you upset, for saying those things to you” Jaehyun said, nothing but sincerity in his voice

“I know”

“We’ll talk about it once everything is better with this little one, but I need you to know I really am sorry. It was very selfish of me to say those, especially to when you’ve been nothing but great to me”

“We all have our faults, Jae. I made the choice of loving you, whether or not you love me back that’s all up to you. It hurt hearing you say it, but I’m not mad. There’s still a lot to talk about and we can do that when we get home”

We looked straight into each other’s eyes, coming to a agreement that this could wait and that our daughter was the main priority. But it did make me feel a bit better hearing him say it.

“Yea, home”

“Dada” we hear a little voice call out, Jaehyun’s head turned so fast I was afraid he injured his neck

“Yes, baby? I’m here” Jaehyun leaned down to her, a gentle kiss landing on our daughter’s forehead

“Dada” she said again, a little bit happier this time. She probably realized that her favorite human was finally here

For a second I was just staring at the two interact when a thought popped into my head,

“Oh my god” I said making Jaehyun turn to me

“What? What happened?” he asked worriedly

“That was her first word. Jae, she just said her first word” I said, feeling shocked the second time today. Jaehyun then realized the same thing, quickly looking at Chae Yoon again

“Who am I, baby?” he asked pointing to himself, the little girl smiling up at him and grabbing his face with her little chubby hands

“Dada” she happily replied, as if understanding just what Jaehyun asked her

“Yes, that’s me. Oh my god”

“Are you crying?” I asked him, chuckling as he tried to discreetly wipe away a tear

“No” I raised a brow at him

“Yes, she just called me dada” he said, the smile on his face so big he’s dimples were on full display

“Well you are her father”

“Let me have my moment” he said rolling his eyes at me before turning back to Chae Yoon who was now pulling on his hair

“She looks like you, is named after you and her first word is dada. How is this fair?” I jokingly asked, taking the seat I was previously occupying before Jaehyun got here

“Better luck next time, I guess” he teasingly told me

“As far as I know she’s the only child I have”

“Well for now”

“Jung Jaehyun”

“What?” the cheeky smile on his face was too cute I only managed to roll my eyes at him again

“You hear that? Mama said-”

“I didn’t say anything”

“Mama’s jealous you look like dada, but secretly she really loves it” he told the little girl, Chae Yoon continued on smiling up at her father now an identical dimple on display.

A knock on the door took my attention, Chae Yoon’s pediatrician walked in

“Oh Hi Jaehyun, good to see you. Y/N, I have the results of the x-ray and mri” Jaehyun turned to me, silently asking for an explanation

“They just had to check to see if she has a possible concussion because of the fall, and she flinched when I tried to raise her left arm” I quickly explained then turned back to the doctor

“Yes, well good news both tests came back clear. No broken bones or anything. Did she take a nap?”

“Yes but only after you told me she could”

“We had to keep her up for a while just to be sure, sleeping when there’s a possible concussion can be dangerous but no worries she’s all good now” the doctor explained to the both of us

“All is clear, she can go home now if you guys want. She’ll be more at ease and comfortable at your home” the doctor said, I looked over to Jaehyun to find him already looking at me

“Yea, sure that would be great” I answered

“Alright, I’ll prepare the paperworks. Just go to the nurse’s desk to sign” the doctor said a quick goodbye before exiting the room.

Just as the doctor exit the room, two other enter

“Was that her doctor? Is everything alright?” Taeyong asked, passing a bag of Chae Yoon’s things to Jaehyun

“Yes, turns out we actually don’t need to stay for the night. But thanks for the stuff, I’ll change her before going home”

“I brought dinner, can we just eat this at your place?” Johnny asked, gesturing to the bags of take outs he brought

“Sure, Did you eat yet? Wait, did you come straight from the airport?” I asked Jaehyun, now that things have calmed down I see that he’s still weaning a suit

“Yes, I have my stuff in the car”

“You flew wearing that?” I asked again

“Yes, he did. He hopped on the earliest flight he could, he didn’t have to change, Chae Yoon is fine” Johnny said, listing all the things we just said

I rolled my eyes at him, getting Chae Yoon’s change of clothes

“We’re going to baby proof the whole house, that would be fun” the gentle giant told the baby who was happily watching him in amusement, it was almost as if everything that happened earlier was long forgotten.

Taeyong was looking back and forth between me and Jaehyun, silently trying to understand the situation. I shot him a small smile which he returned.

“She can say dada now” Jaehyun proudly says making me sigh, I just knew this was only the start of him boasting about it

“Can she now? You’re such a daddy’s girl no wonder he’s whipped” Taeyong said, Jaehyun just smiled down at the little girl with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Okay okay, I’ll go change her. Why don’t you go and sign the paperworks” I told Jae, ready to take Chae Yoon home.

The two older ones went with him leaving me with Chae Yoon,

“Mommy’s really sorry baby, I hope you don’t hate me now. Of course you don’t, you only have love in your heart don’t you” she was smiling up at me, her little face peeking through the hole of the shirt. Not to be biased but she is the most adorable baby I have ever seen.

“I’m really sorry, I’ll take better care of you from now” I said then picked her up carefully, her hands holding my face and giving me a kiss

“You love mommy? Love you too, baby girl. Always”

After settling the paperworks and making sure everything was on the clear with Chae Yoon we all drove back home. Taeyong drove while I sat at the back with Chae Yoon while Johnny and Jaehyun were following behind with their own cars.

“Home sweet home” Johnny said as we got to the house

“You don’t live here, Johnny” Taeyong replied, making his was to the kitchen to prepare the take outs we have

“Right, anyways good to be home huh?” he asked Chae Yoon who was a bit grumpy from the ride clinging onto her dad with her little fist and her arm wrapped around her teddy bear.

After having dinner, we talked for a while before the two older ones decided it was time to go.

“I can go down the store to get those baby proofing things I was telling you about” Jaehyun said while he cleans up Chae Yoon after getting messy while eating dinner while I clean up around the dinning table

“Aren’t you tired yet?” I asked him, he only managed to change into more comfortable clothes before dinner, he flew in from another country few hours prior

“I’m okay” he said with a smile on, how he’s not tired yet I don’t know

“Okay, if you say so”

About an hour later, I already put Chae to bed when Jaehyun came back holding a couple of bags.

“I thought you were getting one thing?” I asked him when he entered the apartment

“I bought everything, plus some midnight snacks. Is Chae asleep?”

I showed him the baby monitor showing Chae dreaming away in her crib

“Alright, let’s get to work. This are for the sockets, these are for table corners, and these are to bolt the furniture to the wall” he explained as he takes out the items one by one

I was just looking at him while he unpacks all the stuff, walking to the kitchen to get the tools under the kitchen sink. He only noticed my gaze when he came back to the living room

“What?”

“Not that I’m guilt tripping you or anything but now it’s clear who’s the better parent”

“Hey, don’t say that. We’re a team here” he chuckled

“You know exactly what to do with her, and look at me getting her hurt and all that” I mumbled, taking the socket covers and started to walk around the apartment

“I do what I can but the things you do and did for her, I can never do that. You basically gave her life, how are you a bad parent?” I hear him ask from behind me

“When I heard her cry and she couldn’t say what hurts I just... I felt helpless. I kept thinking that only if i was watching her more closely that would have never happened”

“Y/N, we’ve all had some kind of parenting fails. Would it make you feel better if I say that once I accidentally fed her too many cookies?”

“No, please don’t overfeed my baby with cookies” I mumbled, I knew he was just trying to make me feel better

“You’re not a bad parent, this won’t be the last time she falls, when she starts to learn how to ride a bike or run around the park and accidentally scrape her knee or when she trips while running to a class she’s late for. We can’t stop that, she has to learn what it feels to fall in order to learn how to stand back up, and you are the best person to teach her that”

His little speech got me a bit emotional but I don’t dare to show it.

“I can’t teach her how to ride a bike, dumb dumb”

“Right, you don’t know how to do that either my bad” the teasing tone was very evident in his voice

“Keep talking Jung Jaehyun, I will throw you out of this apartment”

After baby proofing the whole house, trying the best we could to make as safe as possible for a baby. We both slumped on the couch, sitting side by side.

“We did good” he said holding his hand out for a high five

“Yea, aren’t you going home?” I asked, noticing the time on the big wall clock

“You’re kicking me out?”

“You flew today, plus you were in endless meetings for the past couple of days. Which by the way what happened to that?” I asked, genuinely curious about the business trip he abandoned.

“It’s alright. I have a few more meetings I need to attend but I can just call Rose for rearrangements”

It shouldn’t bother me that he’s with another girl, especially if it’s a business trip but I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind

“Oh, is it about the global partnerships?” I asked, dancing around the topic

“Yea, Taeil asked me to go because the guys we’re signing with is a big asset to the company so he was skeptical to just send our global representative, plus Rose is just new to the team”

I didn’t want to ask questions.

I shouldn’t.

For a while there was just silence, both of us not having anything to say.

Jaehyun was the one to break the silence

“Y/N” he said my name as if he was scared I won’t answer him, I turned my head to look at him. Silently telling him to continue

“I- I’m sorry, for everything”

“Jae-”

“No, I shouldn’t have said the things I said. I’m sorry. It was very insensitive of me to say you wanted to leave when you’ve been nothing but be understanding towards me”

“I forgive you”

“You must really love to forgive me that easily” he said with a small smile on

“It won’t do me any good if I stay mad at you, you’re going to be in my life one way or another. I’d rather have it be on good terms than not. You may not be my fiance anymore but you will always be Chae Yoon’s father and for that I would forever be grateful to you. It gives me comfort and assurance knowing that she’s going to be loved for the rest of her life”

“If I can’t be with you but Chae can have her father, then who am I to say no? I- I broke the engagement off because I didn’t want to you feel like you hated this life, in a way I knew you’d stay even if we break things off. I wasn’t so sure what would happen to us if we kept going”

He was silent for a while before sitting up, looking around the apartment then back to me

“I was scared, I thought I was doing everything wrong, that I was letting you down” he said, “When your parents told us straight in our faces that they disapproved but you stood up for me, I wondered what did I do to deserve you. When you didn’t know how to tell me you were pregnant so you just left the test that says it’s positive on my table then I came to look for you but you were avoiding me because you didn’t know what to say”

“I didn’t” I mumbled

“We figured it out, as a team. Because that’s what we’ve been for a long time. It’s always been me and you”

He took a deep breath as if to prepare his self for the next words he’s about to say

“Now I realize what you mean, I do love you. I know how much you love me, I’m lucky to have someone love me that much. And now I want you to know that I do love you, and I understand that won’t be enough for us”

It felt like we were breaking up, but I didn’t feel sad.

Time will pass, seasons will change. It was like our story started out in the summer, all fun and warm, then fall came, we found comfort in each other and spent our time watching the seasons change together. But then the dreaded winter came, trials were thrown our way trying to break us before the warmth comes back again.

That’s what it felt like with him, that was how our story went.

“From now on, I won’t be the selfish guy I was. I won’t ask you to stay with me even when that’s all I want”

At this point I was crying again, “Hey, don’t cry. I’m sorry” he said sitting close to me then pulling my hands away from my face to wipe the tears himself

“We need some time to see what it’s like to be you and me as just you and me, we’ve always been a unit. I’m still trying to figure out how not to call you whenever I want or how I need to get used to not having you with me in the mornings”

“I’m sorry, I really am. For taking this long to realize my mistakes, for making you think you’re not loved the way you should be”

“One day, when I’m sure I’m the man who deserves your love and the man who’s really worth to spend the rest of your life with then I’ll come home to you”

“Only if you want me still” he said with a sad, hopeful smile.

“I love you” I whispered to him, I knew he knew what I meant with those three words. What I was trying to say was that I understood what he meant, that I forgive him, and that this was the end of this chapter for us.

“I love you” he said then pulled me in. The moment our lips met it felt like how it always did, like coming home. He was and has been my home. I wanted to capture this moment and keep it in a box forever because for the first time in months it felt like I wasn’t walking on eggshells or trying to hold back. It was just me and him .

He was the first one to pull away, he looked at me with one last smile and one last kiss before saying goodnight.

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undercoverwizardfanfiction · 4 years

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Welp

Woke up this week to 200+ followers! Wasn’t sure how to react! I didn’t think i was going to get 5 followers on a blog just for my writing let alone this many so thank you!

So I’m giving you a small treat, it’s a “trailer” (i guess i’d call it that?) for the story after the Broken Butterfly. It’s part of the Fantasy series and the reason it’s so special is because it’s the first fantasy story i’ll do with more then two parts. it’ll be a long multichapter story that will take a while to tell but i think will be worth it? (Charmy take out the question mark)(no, bite me!) Because i still plan on writing a few fantasy shorts and other stories in the mean time. Including a Sci-fi au i think y’all will like

Anyway thank you all again! here’s my trailer (can i call it a trailer? or is it a preview?)

He couldn’t stop shaking

Not out of fear but from excitement as he hung from the thick tree branch his little hands had latched onto. The Child wiggled around before pulling themselves up with some considerable effort, having to primarily rely on his unhurt leg to swing up till he’s finally sitting on the branch with a giant grin. “I’m so high up!!” He said throwing his hands into the air excitedly, “Dad! Dad do you see!? Do you see how high up I am!?” He said to the black haired yokai standing by the tree, “I’m almost as tall as you!”

Len chuckled, “Yeah look at you kiddo” even though he had been to the one who had helped the Child reach the branch in the first place. The Child put his hands on the branch, wobbling slightly until they were in a standing position. He put his hands out for balance as he began walking down the thick branch at a snails pace. Lens’ hands hovered at his sides, ready to catch him if he fell, but the Child was having too much fun to be deterred by Lenards protectiveness, “Careful kiddo.” He said

“Can I climb higher?!” The Child asked eagerly.

Len looked up at the tall tree nervously, “Not today kiddo.” Before holding his hands out to him, “Hop over.”

The Child pouted for a moment, before carefully turning to face Len. He shifted his feet around and braced his legs before jumping over the small gap between him and Len who immediately hugged him, “Atta boy!”Lenard said smiling at him in a way that took away the Childs disappointment as he set him on his hip, “That new leg brace Mickey made you is really doing you wonders huh?”

“Yeah Yeah!” He said swinging his dubbed ‘hurty leg’ that was now carefully wrapped in a brace that his Uncle had spent almost a year perfecting. Not only was it far lighter then the one they had bought from the Healing Hut, but it allowed him to run and jump with almost no trouble. Course now Len spent most of his time chasing Him down, but to the Child that made it more fun (not the time outs that followed when He took it too far, he hated those) IT took a moment for Him to notice his Dad was giving him a big if thoughtful smile and tilted his head questingly “you’re getting so big,” Len said as a explanation using his free arm to hug him closer with his cheek resting on His temple, “I can’t believe you’re only six. You sure you ain’t really thirty? Or fifty?”

The child giggled, “No!” Before bringing his hands up squish Len’s face in his hands, causing the yokai to laugh and gently pull his hand away from his face, ‘Alright alright don’t cut your hand on my tooth.” He said, “Today is actually very special, today is when we officially start training.”

“Training?” The Child tilted his head, “Like tumbling?” He was used to that. It was fun to summersault on the soft grass.

“Not exactly, it’s a little more to it then that.” Len said kneeling down and setting Don carefully on the grass, “I want to get you started on basic fighting skills, “

The excitement the Child had felt at the thought of tumbling gave was to nervousness as he dropped his chin to his chest and poked his fingertips together, “I-I don’t wanna hurt no one though.”

“I know baby boy.” Len rubbed his scalp before cupping his sons face in his hand, using his thumb to rub the worry line between his eyes. The Child giggled lightly at the contact but kept his gaze on the ground. “You wouldn’t be learning these skills to hurt people, but to protect yourself. And you being safe is all I care about. So is that ok with you?”

The Child puffed up his cheeks in contemplation. He still din’t like the idea of hurting people, but Len was his dad, he was the one who took him in, held him when he was scared, sang to him when he was sad. If he though it was a good idea then, “Okie, cause I love you.”

Len grinned and rubbed his scalp again ,”That’s my boy.” He said, “Now stay right here ok?” Len stood up and took several steps back and pulling out a familiar wooden handle, with a spin and a flash his hookstaff appeared. “Ok kiddo, the staff is a weapon mostly used for defense. When we start again I’ll teach you some spinning exercises that will help strengthen your hands and wrists. Its one of the most versatile weapons because even if your staff breaks in battle, you can usually find a good substitute for it nearby. But my favorite thing about using a staff is that it’s a great way to fight people off without leaving long lasting damage.” He puts the staff in a wide hold, with both hands at atleast, he shuffles his left leg forward, thrusting the opposite end of the staff forward, “See?” Len asks, “This is a basic strike, even if you get to my level this is what you’ll be using if your’e ever in a fight.” Before taking his other step forward and bringing the other end with a thrust and a shout

(#)(#)\/(#)(#)

A scream of terror coupled with a earth trembling thunder snaps Him back to reality. Half his vision is stolen by a a mixture of darkness, a icy downpour that seems content on bruising the hell out of him and a heavy fog that takes him a moment to realize is his own breath. A moment later pain shoots through is stomach with enough force to double him over, wrapping his free arm around it as though trying to protect it from a invisible force. Its only by plunging the object in his hand into the ground and leaning on it that he keeps from falling over completely. Desperate to offer his aching body some semblance of support.

His vision finally starts to clear up and he realizes the staff holding him up is unfamiliar. It is far heavier and metal and has a barbed wire end facing forward in a c-shape. Before He can contemplate why he’s holding it, a fear filled sob reaches him and reality comes rushing back in a unforgiving wave

The man in front of him is standing his with arms out, as though shielding the other man behind him who his also holding a small child to his chest. The man being protected has a large gash on his scalp that drenches his tattered clothes. Before He can comprehend what’s has them so scared, he finally notices the end of his weapon has the tangled remains of the mans shirt in its wire, as though it had been a second away from piercing his chest cavity.

With a choked gasp, horror overwhelms Him as he takes several steps back, “I-I’m so-i’m sorry!” his vision is filled with bright lights, blinding him again has he rubs furiously at his eyes, desperate for reason or answers.

He gets both

What had once been a humble but fair sized villages is now in ruins, buildings crushed in as though a Child had stomped through with little to no regard for the life it could of held. He can hear whimpers and cries of pain around him, the hurried footsteps of people running away from the village

No not from the village.

He looks down to the weapon he now recognizes as a sodegarami to the family still cowering in front of him before covering his mouth with his free hand

He understands.

He is horrified .

“Run!” He shouts, causing the small family to jump,” Run! Get out of here before its too late!” With the grace of frightened ants, the family scrambles to their feet and hurries away. Glancing back as though to make sure he wasn’t going to chase them down to finish them. When they’re out of sight he allows himself to give a shaky sigh of relief and lowers himself down onto his knees to offer his body a semblance of rest. Before a voice whispers by his head somehow far colder then the rain itself.

”Now now, I can’t keep having you breaking free my gargalmelly baby,”

Terror shoots through him as he spins around swinging his weapon to aim directly at the intruder. What at first simply appears to be a shadow slowly takes from as the rain parts away from it. As though natures itself is too scared to touch the queen. Judging by her wrinkled nose the Matriarch is more concerned with his appearance then to the weapon aimed at her “And just look how filthy you are now. I’ll have to tell the maids to scrub you down when we return to the castle,” The Queen looks back to the remains of the village and its devastation, “I will say this you do make quick work. But on second thought, perhaps this isn’t the place I want my vacation castle.” She gives out a pained sigh as though reflecting on all the work she put into this ‘project’ “Oh well it was far too good for the likes of those tax dodgers anyway. I”ll find something to do with it.” She says, taking a few steps forward as though there was a floor of glass blocking her perfect shoes from being dirty.

“You-“ He is only now aware of how thirsty his is as he desperately tries to wet his cracked lips. It feels as though his entire body has been deprived of everything it needed to function properly, but he glares after the Queen, “You made me attack a village of innocents just so you can have a vacation home!?” He asks

“Now now don’t get in a tizzy, I can’t have a Prince who gets so upset so easily,” She shakes her head solemnly ,”These ,after all, are criminals. They’re dirty, weak, Ugly, and don’t deserve mercy.” Big Mama looks off into the ruined village with almost a bored eye, “They had the nerve to say the latest tax increase was far too gargantuan for their little families to afford. But you know what I hate more then tax evaders?” She asks in her sickly sweet voice that makes His stomach squirm

He thinks of the family he had almost killed and screams in rage, grabbing his staff from the ground and plunging the tip into her chest. But before he can consider the consequences, theres a strike of lightning as the Matriarch herself appears in his line of vision unharmed, her now completely yellow eyes glaring out from beneath her bands as tilts her head at him, “when my Princes disappoint me.”

A scorching heat fills His brain as he cries out. The feeling shoots through his arms and legs and his causes his left up to suddenly twist up his back as he’s forced to his knees, his face in the mud blinding his vision again. He hears her step closer and her disappointed sigh

”Looks like we have our work cut on you. But until then, you have a job to do.”

Out of the corner of his eye, a darkness crawls across his vision. IT rings a terror of familiarity that makes his eyes burn before the darkness takes him completely

#()(#)\/(#)(#)

“Wake up boy.”

A strangled breath escaped Him, but the sudden reflex jerk makes pain shoot through his side in a blinding pain that makes him double over. The world has eerie white sheen to it as he struggles to fill his sting lung. The pain in his head that he h had felt previously has now spread to his eyes. He’s sitting on a chair he doesn’t recognize. There’s a cup of water in his hands that looks like he’s been drinking out of it but he can’t remember. His hand comes up to check his chest only to find it tightly bound in bandages, through his blurry vision he can see a red stain at the center that only raises more questions then answers.

“What is your name boy.”

IT is more command then question. The voice sense a shiver down His shell that he can barely hide. It doesn’t help when the chorus of laughter joins in from his ‘visitors’ shoulders. Dark eyes glare at him from underneath his gold pointed crown, expecting obedience. He is not under any illusion that Draxum is asking out of genuine concern, but rather the same concern one would have for a favorite war horse,

Draxum expects a answer

His teacher demands a answer

“O-othello.” He whispers. It’s the only answer he knows to give, but he knows it’s a lie, and that alone makes his eyes burn again, “My name is Othello.”

The Baron dips his head response, “follow Apprentice, we have a kingdom to save.” with a snap of his cloak, Draxum leaves the room. Muscle memory immediately has Othello on his feet following, his body is not the only part that just wants to lie down and give up.

His name is Prince Othello

And he is Alone

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Do Not Go Gentle Into that Cold Night

#rottmnt #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #trigger warning blood #donnie #othello #draxum #baron draxum #rottmnt fantasy au #big mama #leonard #action #adventure

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 4 years

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You're In For It || Chani

Request: hello !! i just saw your blog and i saw your taking requests hehe i would like to request 7 with sf9 chani 🥺 preferably a written one! and could u make it a college setting with bad boy chani or e2l 🥰 fluff or smut hehe thank you!

-OoOO I biased Chani before I biased Taeyang so I'm living for this request 🤧 it's mature but it's not smut, a lot of teasing I will say. To specify btw I have 1-2 more requests with this prompt left these are just ones I haven't gotten around to but I no longer do prompt #7 💓 I have a idea for a part 2 which would involve smut so I'd you enjoy this and want a part 2 I definitely can get that done 💞 I'm sorry this took so long btw I made it a bit longer than most of my fics as a sorry for the wait💕

Synopsis: Chani always teased you and one day you had enough of it, so why not reverse the roles?

Prompt: #7 "Come sit in my lap"

Pairing: Bad Boy! Chani x female reader

Warning: strong language, teasing, palming, dirty talk, heated make out

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The amount of classes you have with Chani is more, than you want it to be seeing you spend 3/7 days a week with him. Classes with Chani would be fine if he wasn't the college bad boy next to the rest of his "gang." He looks and acts the part which you'd tune out if he didn't target you for his risky teasing, always getting you hot and bothered when you where trying to focus; the fact he recently started calling you "baby" doesn't help it either. A prime example of the teasing he likes to pull would probably be the time like last Monday when you where waiting for the lecture to start and found a place to sit, Chani spotting you sat behind you and whispered dirty talk into your ear almost the whole time, leaving you a mess. Friday being today is one of those unlucky days you have to see him, you found a chair and waited for him to walk in and act all cool with his leather jacket only to rile you up and leave. You watched the door until you saw him walk in, catching eye contact with him very quickly he walked up to you.

"Hey baby" he said leaning on the desk in front of you with a strong smirk.

"What do you want." You said in a done sounding voice.

"Wow a little attitude I see, maybe you'll take my offer today?" Chani said with a bit of a chuckle, smug grin never leaving his face.

"What would that be?" You couldn't help your ears perked up in interest of what he had to say, obvious in your eyes how you wanted him to continue.

"At 8 my place me and my boys are hosting a party, you should come." He said slipping you a paper with his address, you picked it up and put it in your bag causing a wave of excitement to rush over him until your next sentence came out.

"Party's aren't my thing, you also could find way better arm candy than me to be there" you said tapping your pen against the table. The look he gave you seemed a bit hurt but you couldn't tell why.

"Nah baby I only want you, are you acting all tough to hide the fact your just a good girl who doesn't go to party's?" He said with a hint of sadness in his voice, did he really mean that? But that last part still had you keep your guard up so why not throw fire at fire.

"Fuck off, I won't be going now actually find a seat and get your work done for once."

"Wow using some big words there, fine I didn't think you'd come anyway but I shoot my shot atleast." He said with a little defeat in his voice but still with that smirk he entered the door with. He found a place to sit after that and suprisingly didn't bother you, which you oddly kinda missed; you can't hide the underlining feelings you have for him that well, atleast well enough for others not to know, but you can't help that he makes you feel special when he riles you up; his words can sound charming even if he's talking so mischievously. Throughout the class you took notes and kept thinking about that stupid party, you at first where opposed to the idea but now you've warmed up to it and imagining the look on his face proving him wrong when he sees you actually there. Once the class had been dismissed you had nothing else to do that day so you went straight to your dorm, you kept pondering on the idea of what you should wear. The clothes you had where cute but you wanted something that would rile him up for a change and have the looks on you; finding a red crop top and black shorts you decided why not fit some e-girl realness and look sexy doing it catching all the bad boys attention. It wasn't even 7:30 yet but you still where completing your look already, finding a choker you got a while ago to wear since you wouldn't lie they made you feel powerful and sexy and that's exactly what you need to get into Chani's head. Sooner than later the clock hit 7:45 and you head out to be at the party on time, getting there surprised it was already starting to get filled quite quickly when the party had started not long ago. Making your way through the house you spotted Hwiyoung, your goal was to find Chani so you hoped he'd have help into finding where he is; you walked up to him and caught him by surprise from your outfit being different and hot compared to your normal clothes you'd walk around on campus with.

"Do you know where I could find Chani?" You said, he looking you up and down taking in the sight of you; causing your ears to go a little red.

"he'll probably be in the kitchen grabbing more drinks, if he can't fill up your time we'll you can find me for certain." He said with a small wink.

You ventured to the kitchen spotting him, you walked up to him from behind and tapped his shoulder ready for the reactions that he'd bring. Turning around his jaw almost dropped and you could see his eyes go dark with the lust in his eyes drinking in the sight of you, leaning in to whisper in your ear he said.

"Baby I didn't expect to see you here, especially not so fucking hot. Did you dress like this for me baby? To make me want to do unspeakable things? If so it's working baby." He said with his voice two octaves lower than usual catching you by surprise, none the less a idea popped in your head on how to get him back for all the times he's riled you up. Quickly tip toeng you put your hand in his and squeezed it whispering back.

"Where's your room? We'll need it." In less then a second he had you both walking at a fast pace to his room, once reaching it he eagerly shut the door and walked up and sat at the edge of his bed.

"Come sit in my lap" He said less of a invitation and more as a demand which you where quick to go up and staddle your legs around his waist, not knowing if he should touch you he looked up at you with confirmation.

"feel free to touch me." You said giving him the go and he wrested his hands on your thighs. Waisting no time you started kissing his neck and leaving little marks trying to find his sweet spot, once you reached the middle of his neck you head a grown come from his throat as he squeezed your thighs causing you to suck harshly on it ensuing a moan to come out. You found your way to his lips and quickly got stuck in a heated kiss, he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip asking for access which you quickly opened your mouth granting him; soon turning into a fight of tongues for dominance. Your arms left his shoulders and you sneaked your hand to his black sweatpants finding their way to his covered almost fully hard cock which you soon started packing causing deep moans to come from his throat.

"You want me to wrap my lips around you and suck you so hard you eyes roll back don't you? It's what you always say so I bet you want it don't you." You said breaking the kiss gasping for air.

"Yes baby please I need to feel your pretty lips around me, cant you just feel how hard I am from this alone? I never knew you where so dirty" He said panting but still having that smug expression on his face, giving him a quick peck you then smirked at him. You got up causing him confusion, only to bring him to even more when you made your way to the door of his room opening it.

"Too bad you have to wait for another day love, you can fix your problem today like how I have to each time you rile me up." You said quickly exiting making your way to the front and to your car, once inside you didn't realize Chani was on your tail the entire time.

"Now I may say many things to you to get you going but if you asked I would never leave you hanging, I have a serious problem and I need you to fix it since you caused it baby." He said voice full of hunger. You went into you car and grabbed your journey for one of your majors and ripped off a piece of paper grabbing the pen from your cars cup holder and putting your number on it.

"Maybe you wouldn't leave me hanging but you've been turning me on every week for months now this is the least of payback I could do, here's my number if you want me to fix one of your problems later but that is only allowed if you think of me as not a one night stand and a long time deal instead." You said handing him the piece of paper, hoping that if he does choose to do anything with you; you can confess your feelings so he can hopefully stop toying with you and be with you instead. You drove off, after about 3 minutes hearing many dings from your phone go off almost till you reached the host did those stop. Grabbing your phone exiting your car you quickly got inside preparing yourself for the texts you where soon to see from probably Chani.

[unknown number:] it's Chani, baby your in for it after that.

Quickly adding Chani to your contacts you checked the wrest of the texts he'd sent.

Chani: baby I just had to fix my problem, my hands didn't feel as good as how you'd feel wrapping around me but I can only imagine.

Chani: I'm in it for a long time ride with you, you're everything I want.

Chani: Tonight changed how I thought you where baby I'm surprised, I thought you where just a goodie that got flustered easily but your kinky, what else you got as a surprise for me? Sadly you left before anything could happen I could've given you pleasure in any way you pleased.

In other words you have problems to fix for yourself too and now ready to prepare for what class will be like seeing him next Monday.

Chani: make free time tomorrow, you need to finish what you started since I need to feel your pretty lips around me or me filling you up since because of your stunt I won't be going easy on you.

Scratch next time seeing him Monday, it's now time to prepare for tomorrow.

#chani x reader #sf9 chani #sf9 imagines #sf9 x reader #sf9 smut #sf9 reactions #taeyang x reader #youngbin x reader #inseong x reader #Hwiyoung x reader #dawon x reader #rowoon x reader #jaeyeon x reader #zuho x reader #chani x reader smut

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Rest Your Heart

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Over thinking, anxiety, angst to fluff

↬ Word Count: 2,052

Summary: Everyone has that one person who will always look after them and their well being. Bokuto has had enough of Akaashi torturing himself from all the papers and projects given to him. He didn't like knowing the fact that he was always drowning into an ocean of hardship and darkness, so he steps up his game into letting Akaashi take a break.

⇢ Day 5: Touch (cuddling, hand holding, huddling for warmth), Bed-sharing! @bokuakaweek2020

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Working is tiring for everyone. It's even more exhausting to use your brain into thinking with good ideas. What's worse is that sometimes, people tend to force to milk out every bit of their brain juice in order to master and reach their own satisfaction in their work.

Akaashi was not a stranger to that description.

When you work as an editorist, like he is, it's automatically embedded in you that what you must submit it worthy to be read. Like a every writer, the common thing they had was content. Will it be good? Will it be read? Thousands, even millions of thoughts would swarm a single person for that matter. There mustn't be one speck of mistake in your work. Everything must be already there, written, revised and correctly formulated.

Dealing with this especially when you were assigned to take care of a big project from your seniors was a huge amount of pressure for Akaashi. He couldn't say he hated his job nor loved it. But he can tell that he wasn't happy knowing he wasn't taking care of his health anymore.

"Akaashi~ you're taking too long."

Luckily Bokuto was there.

"10 more minutes, Bokuto. I'll be done." he replies without taking his eyes nor hands off of his laptop. Still hunched over his desk, eyes squinting on each word he's typed in so far checking to see if there were grammatical errors or spelling errors that needed to be changed.

"You've said the same thing 6 times way back now, look," raising his foot, Bokuto points it out on their wall clock above his desk, "It's already 7:30 pm. You haven't even touched your onigiri!" Akaashi takes a small glance to his left side. The onigiri's were left cold and untouched for the past hour since Bokuto had bought home, "Seriously, you need to stop over working your self. One of these days you're bound to collapse.." He mutters the last past, not wanting to imagine his beloved Akaashi fall without him around to pick him up.

He hears a frustrated sigh coming from him. When your partner is stressed and you were just trying to help, it usually ends with the stressed one blowing up on the other one. Atleast, that's how other couples work.

"I'm sorry." not for both of them though, neither one would dare to hurt the other one. For one reason, Akaashi was just not the type of person you'd want to yell at, look at him, he's just a quiet, little man trying to pass by. Next is Bokuto, you can never yell at someone who looks like a child filled with innocence, and besides, he was right at this point for scolding him.

"The deadline is in 2 days time..I'm just terrified that if I don't submit something properly written, they'd stop giving me these opportunities." looking over his right side where a stack of papers were unorganized.

"So? Atleast you won't have to over work yourself. It doesn't matter anymore if you can't be happy and healthy." sitting up with crossed legs on the bed, Bokuto observes Akaashi from there, ready to attend to any needs and necessity.

"I'll be marked with a lower rank and get paid little..."

Bokuto knew how much Akaashi wanted to help him pay for their rent and other taxes ever since they've agreed to live with each other. Even though Bokuto had a lot of money in his pocket to aid them both, Akaashi simply doesn't want to be dependent on his lover and let him do all the hard work.

That's why he loved Akaashi so much. Even up until now he was still giving his all to him like in highschool.

His 120 percent in things.

Akaashi leans back on his chair, closing his eyes for a brief moment to gather all his thoughts to think properly. That gave Bokuto a chance to get up from their shared bed quietly as he walks up to him from behind. He wraps his strong arms around his neck from behind, placing a soft kiss on his forehead as he strokes away the frustrated tears now streaming on his cheeks.

"If it ever went down to that, I'll talk to your boss," moving his hand on both of his shoulder blades, he held the male down by pressing on the tight knots that had formed way back, "No objections, Keiji. You've been working hard, if they treat you like shit I'm complaining. There's no fairness." it was endearing to hear that coming from him. He had grown up to be a mature man than he was before. If Akaashi wasn't so frustrated he would've been crying from so much love coming from Bokuto.

He raises both of his hands, cupping Bokuto's smaller ones on his chest, "You're too nice to me." smiling sadly as he let's all pent frustration out with his tears, "I can never know what'll be enough for me to give you."

That was another thing that Bokuto was saddened about. The fact that Akaashi was an over thinker he'd often degrade himself to the lowest of all. To Akaashi himself, he was nothing more than a bother. A hindrance. But to Bokuto, how he wishes he could tell him he was more than enough and that he has given him too much even before.

"You're already good enough," tapping his chin with his fingers, he pushes his head a little, making his eyes flutter open, "I mean it, Keiji."

There was a short pause of silence. Neither one daring to move as they clung onto each other's love language and affection. Pretty soon, Bokuto found this opportunity as a good sign to lead him back to bed for a break. Removing his arms away from the seated male, much to his dismay, he grabs on the plate of onigiri's and walks to their shared bed, placing it on top.

"Come on, I'll eat with you."

Akaashi watches as Bokuto sits back down on their bed with his legs wide enough. Enough for him to fit and sit in between them, and pats the free space.

"But I have to fini—"

"Your dinner, yes, you're gonna finish your dinner. Now sit here!"

He can never say no when it comes to Bokuto whining. With a sigh, using his sleeves, he wipes away all the excess tears. Not bothering to take his glasses off, and stand up from his chair.

"I'm going to get im trouble after this." nesting himself in between Bokuto's legs and leaning his back on his chest. Bokuto hands him an onigiri along with his and watches Akaashi take his first, but small bite. He didn't have the mood to eat from his constant thinking which makes the owl haired male frown deeply.

"No, you're not. Have a little faith. I know you," taking a huge chunk of the onigiri in his mouth, "You always manage to make things work, that's what I love about you." Akaashi didn't like messy people, but he couldn't make any comment on how silly Bokuto looks and sounds with his mouth stuffed.

"Please don't chew your food while talking, Bokuto."

"And please don't be sad in front of the onigiri's, Kei. They have feelings too."

Hearty laughter filled the room coming from Akaashi. Bokuto savored every moment of it. His happiness was his happiness as well.

Watching Akaashi finally take bigger bites and chowing down like a starved man, hr let's him have all the onigiri's to himself, using an excuse that he was already full. He can see the way his eyes sparkled shyly as he took all the rice filled meals into his stomach.

"Hmm, you're getting kinda chubby there, Keiji," pushing his pointer finger on his cheek, he watches it squish adorably from his touch, "Not that I'm complaining. You look hot and cute." grinning when he saw his lips pout a little with his cheeks growing red, he couldn't help but pinch them.

"Bokuto please, I'm trying tk eat."

"I wasn't suggesting anything!"

Disposing the plate to their night stand, Akaashi wipes the side of his mouth with his sleeve, Bokuto hugging his stomach with his hands rubbing them.

"You're so soft, Keiji." he hums, squishing the baby fat from the smaller male.

"I need to get to work." he was feeling embarrassed. Had he really gained weight that much? Akaashi was taking a note in his mind that he was going to join Bokuto in jogging next time.

"But its late. And you need to rest." nuzzling his head on his shoulder. He really didn't want to see another one of those nights Akaashi would be sitting, hunched on his desk until sunrise.

Stroking his stomach to his chest, Bokuto whines a little when Akaashi tries half heatedly to break from his hold, "And I wanna cuddle you to sleep. It gets lonely when you always leave and work yourself to the bone."

There were times Akaashi would slip from his hold around 3 am to get back to work. During those times Bokuto would pretend to be asleep and wait for his return. And he got pretty upset he's reached until the birds started chirping. The bed was cold without him.

Akaashi feels the guilt rising from him as he remembers all those times he's left the older male. Thinking of what was more important, he forces the arms around his stomach down and turns his body to face him. Bokuto already had a sad expression on his face knowing he was still going to over work himself. It was already part kf his nature.

Until Akaashi wraps his arms around his neck and pushes him down to bed with him placed on top of Bokuto.

"I thought you were going back to work?" nonetheless, Bokuto wraps his arms tighter around Akaashi. He flinches when he feels him started to shake and his neck getting wet.

He was crying again.

Petting his head, Bokuto reaches out for his glasses, removing them and placing it gently on their night stand near the plate. He pushes his head deeper on his neck side, allowing him to cry as he whispers sweet words next to his ear.

"I promise, Keiji. You're already fine as you are. Please, let me take care of you."

He hears a choked sob escape from his lips, "You don't have to keep doing this if it doesn't make you happy. If you're doing this for me then I'm not hapoy if you're not." sniffling from his words, Akaashi listens to him, finding his body warm and home like feeling. His words soothing like a sweet lullaby.

"I don't care about anything, Keiji. I'm hapoy because I have you. But I'm more happier to see you happy and well."

Turning his head, golden eyes meeting teary gun metal ones, Bokuto swipes away the tears again with his thumb and places a small smooch on the tip of his nose.

"You're already enough for me and others. So please," pressing his forehead against his, they both closed their eyes, feeling their breaths close and their bodies warm with fluttering feelings, "Take a break for me."

Akaashi knows to himself sooner or later he'll crumble again like today. He knows to himself that he couldn't help but let his thoughts overcome his sight on things. But that didn't matter right now.

He was in his arms, and that's all he could think of with his presence.

"I love you so much." whimpering softly as he buries his face against his neck again. He felt so safe and secure woth Bokuto around. Loved. That everything around him got a little better. Brighter. It made him nuzzle even more into him and his small arms squeezing him.

Bokuto counters back the same squeeze of affection and kisses the side of his ear. His breathing soon slowing down and into a calm one before he hears soft snores from Akaashi.

"I love you too, Keiji. Sleep tight."

That day Bokuto doesn't sleep until 3 am. He has spent his night watching over him. Occasionally stroking his hair or back whenever he moves from his position.

He wasn't going to let anything ruin Akaashi and his peace for the day.

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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Sold. Pt 5

Summary. Reader is bought by Dabi and he is not what she expected.

You fell asleep in Dabis arms after the fighting. Leaving him awake to be angry at himself . He lit a cigarette puffing with a grunt . Dammit. He thought he got rid of the damn add the night before bringing you home . Maybe youll feel better at the League. Atleast he hoped you would. He placed his cigarette in the ash tray and was about to fall asleep when his phone went off.

“God dammit.” He felt around the bed throwing a pillow to find his phone.

‘so you got to her before me?’

Dabi turned his phone off dropping it on the bed . He rolled over with you in his arms squeezing tight

••

In the morning you woke up to Dabi poking your forehead. You squinted at him and rubbed your right eye groaning lightly. You saw Dabi smiling at you, moving the hair from your face lightly . Okay you admit it.. it was nice waking up to Dabi... even if he smelled like cigarettes . His smile had some kind of hold on you , you loved it . Even if he was a villain , he treated you better than anyone ever did.

“When are we leaving.. are you sure i can.. go.”

“Yes puppy, and when you get that cute butt up we are -oof.” You crawled ontop of him squeezing tight.

Dabi ran his fingers down your back talking low. “Aww.. is my puppy still upset?”

“Maybe.”

Dabi sat up with you on his lap cupping your cheek. “No need to be upset. I promise”

You leaned into his warm palm staring into his blue eyes. His smirk pissed you off to no end. So sure of himself. So confident in everything he did. Before you had been baught by him you always heard the news talking about him, his quirk, how mysterious he was and how dangerous he could be. Dabi cooed at you rubbing the edge of his nose against yours breaking you out of your trance.

“What cha thinkin bout?”

“Nothing.”

“Mmmmhm. “

“Can we just go.”

“I told you puppy. Once you get that cute butt up.”

You wiggled out of his grip getting up giving him your back, arms folded. Dabi smiled laying his head on your butt sighing. “Mmm. Maybe 20 more minutes.” He poked at it. You rolled your eyes groaning , a smile on your face.

••

You had to hold onto Dabis arm on the walk to the hideout so no passing villains would grab you and take you away from him. Every step made you anxious about the League. Would they like you? What did they see you as ?

Dabi stopped at the door of the hideout to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck. You tilted your head for him feeling a smile creep up against your neck .

His kisses were tingly, sending a nice warmth from your neck down to your chest. His fingers traveled up to the hem of your pants dipping under lightly. Dabi nibbled at your ear while lightly scratching just above your panties . “Oh puppy...”. He scratched lower hitting you panties making you gasp and wiggle out of his grasp hitting the door.

“ aww... puppy.”

You shot him a look feelimg around for the doorknob twisting it and going in. Dabi rolled his eyes following you walking infront of you to open the second door. It was not what you expected.

Kurogiri looked up from behind the couch, he seemed to be watching Shigaraki play on his switch. Toga looked up squealing. She jumped over the bar going straight to you pulling you in. Dabi rolled his eyes closing the doors. “Hey hey im here. “ he said slowly, making his way to his Leader.

“Did you get my text?” Shigaraki asked not looking up from his switch.

The talking fadded from your ears as Toga dragged you to her room sitting on the floor with you. You glanced all around her room seeing lots of knives and blood viles, a bed with a pretty blanket a dresser and a mirror.

“Hi!! Im toga!!”

“Uh.. pup-y/n. My name is y/n . Your hair is really pretty.”

Toga got red in the face hugging you tightly. “Eee thank you so is yours!! Wanna do each others hair?!?”

You leaned into her chuckling . “ sure, ive never had a girls day before.”

Toga pulled you up bringing you to her bedand grabbing some hair stuff wiggling behind you. For a villain she was not so bad. A very happy girl she seemed. She asked what it was like to live with Dabi and if he was nice to you. You shrugged while Toga braided your hair .

“Yeah. Id say so. He got me girly body wash so ..”

“Aww!!! He was so excited to bring you home!”

“He..? He was?” You looked back.

“Yep!! I think hes lonely. Me now!” She wiggled to your front sitting on your lap.

You undid her hair buns and began to work on her hair. Dabi was... lonely?

••

“Did you get my text?”

“No my phones off.” Dabi said sitting down with a groan and pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket.

“Well can you read it?” Shigaraki asked looking up.

Dabi lit a cigarett with his thumb . “Cant you tell me? Im here.”

“I dont feel like it”

Dabi rolled his eyes biting into his smoke to reach into his back pocket fetching his phone.

“Dabi?”

“Yes Giri?” The phone flashed on

“How have you been since you took that girl in”

“Better. “He glanced down reading the text. “Its just information on a job mop head.”

“Dont lose it.” Shogaraki spat out looking back down at his switch.

Dabi rolled his eyes seeing a +1 on the mail screen. He tapped it and bit down hard on the cigarett.

‘Lets talk. Maybe i can buy her from you. Ill be at the usual place.’

Dabi got up shoving his phone in his pocket. “Ill be back. Keep an eye on my puppy for me.”

“Do i have to take her for walks?” Shigaraki mocked

“Nope. Thats my job. “ he left without saying goodbye to you, a angry look on his face.

••

Dabi did not want to see this guy. He was bad news, but no one knew that side of him. Everyone saw him as a Hero. He hid it well. But Dabi knew, he knew of the things he had done. He was actually the one who showed Dabi the add on you. After hearing what he wanted to do to you, unspeakable things. He had to get to you first. He had seen what this Hero had done to helpless girls, where he kept them. He couldint let that happen again.

Dabi slipped into a old run down building , no furture, just chains hooked to the walls in rows of three. The walls were cracked and stained with blood giving off a unsettling mood. He made his way down the hallway following the feathers to see a lazy boy arm chair and big red wings facing a window. He could hear crying but it was quickly silenced with a feather. A groan came from the body getting up out of the chair. He turned to face Dabi , spreading his wings.

“Hey Dabi, glad you could make it. Excuse the .. mess” he gestured to the girl on the floor.

Dabi stepped back trying not to look. “What do you want Hawks.”

“Oh im sure you know.. lets talk business”

@bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love some shiggy bb.

A/n. Holy crud i finally updated this

#MasterDabi #dabi x reader #hawks #dabi todoroki #touya todoroki

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221castiel · 4 years

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Blood, Bruises, and Daddy Issues

Sam’s 20, Dean’s 24. Lets just pretend the start and end don’t suck

"Yah, I'll send you the notes," Sam said into the cell phone, as he stepped into his dorm room, closing the door behind him. With one hand still around the phone he reached his other out to the light switch, feeling around the wall for it. "Are we still on for Monday?"

"Yah." His friend, Morgan, replied through the phone. "I'll meet you at the pub?"

"Sounds good, is Jess coming cause-" The moment he flipped the light switch, his breath hitched, stomach dropping in horror? Shock? Sam wasn't sure. "Dean?"

Sam's mouth stayed a gap as he stared at his brother who was sat on Sam's bed. His gaze darted across Dean's face, and body, once, twice, over and over as if what he saw would disappear though it never did. No matter how many times Sam looked Dean's face stayed covered in dark purpose bruises, his t-shirt and jeans stained with dried blood.

Bruises.

Blood.

Sam couldn't find an inch of Dean that wasn't covered. Even his lips, which sat in a lopsided grin, were split open.

"Sam?" His name came from through the phone, jolting him from his trance. "You good?"

"Uh yah," Sam mumbled. "I'll talk to you later."

He didn't wait for a response instead hanging up, his eyes staying locked on Dean's as his arm fell back to his side. "Heya Sammy." Dean greeted, with a grin. The smile across his face easy, similar to his posture, as if he wasn't looking on the verge of death.

"Dean," Sam stepped forward, gaze once again darting down Dean's body. He could barely look through the twisting of his stomach, yet couldn't find his gaze moving anywhere else. Stuck on the bruise that covered Dean's cheek, the way his once grey AC/DC now clung to his chest with dried blood. “What the hell happened?"

"Me, Dad and Lee were on a hunt in Arizona."

"And you drove here? Dude that's like eighteen hours, why didn't dad or Lee patch you up."

A visible breath raised Dean's chests. "It wasn't the monster that had done the slicing and dicing."

Dad.

Sam could almost feel his heart stop as his gaze once again darted down his brother's body, though through his layers of clothing it was impossible to see exactly how much damage their father had caused. "In front of Lee?" was all Sam could muster.

"Can you just help me clean up?"

Sam quickly nodded turning to his bathroom. He collected a few cloths, alongside a small first aid kit and bucket of water before returning to his brother who'd stripped down to nothing but his underwear.

For a moment Sam couldn't move, his breath stuck in his throat as he looked down Dean's body. It was so much worse than Sam had ever expected, both of Dean's sides covered in large bruises, the same dark colour that matched his face. Dried blood stained his calves and thighs, dripping from the large gashes that covered his thighs. They couldn't of been from knives, maybe some kind of wip. A belt?

"You just gonna stare?" Dean's gruff voice broke the silence, forcing Sam to move despite his suddenly shaky legs.

He stumbled forward, dropping the stuff at the edge of the bed before he took a seat behind Dean, his stomach immediately dropping, begging him to look anywhere else. The gashes across his back were much worse, some long and precisely marked, though many became smaller, more forced, scattered without care.

Fuck Dean.

That was the only thing Sam could think.

Why do you let him do this.

Sam forced himself to get one of the clothes and bring it to his brothers back. A lump forming in his throat as he carefully washed away the dried blood, trying to avoid as many of the gashes as he could. It was a hard task, there were so many. Small ones barely bigger than his pinky finger, and large ones that traveled most of Dean's back, leaving his usually pale skin shredded.

Sam cleared his throat, voice seeming stuck. He wanted to talk, needed to, though it seemed harder than looking at Dean's back.

"Why," Sam began when he had finally found his voice. Still there was a shake to it, an uncertainty that he couldn't seem to avoid. "What happened this time."

When no reply came a shaken breath parted Sam's lips. "You didn't unload the dishwasher? Were walking too loud? Slammed the car door?"

Once again no reply.

Not even a small movement, some kind of indication that Dean had heard him.

Sam gave his brother another second to reply before he once again brought the cloth to Dean's back. He'd lived with Dean long enough to know that if his brother didn't want to talk he wouldn't, no matter how much Sam pushed. He'd brush things off with a sarcastic comment, a lopsided grin, or quick wink, play whatever he was feeling down to nothing.

Normally, when it came to their father's abuse, Sam would continue to push, demand Dean talk to him, though this time felt different. More personal.

He continued to clean Dean's back working from the bottom up. Cleaning away as much blood as he could, though there was so much, and times it became impossible to know what of Dean's skin was bruised or bloody.

As he brought the cloth along Dean's upper back, he felt the other's breath hitch, his hand immediately freezing. "Me, and Lee-" Dean whispered, his voice not wavering for a second. Completely neutral. "We got careless."

"You guys usually do."

Another deep breath raised Dean's shoulders, his voice coming out broken. "He found us-"

Sam opened his mouth to speak though when his eyes fell on Deans suddenly shaking shoulders, whatever he was about to say had been forgotten. "Dean?" He couldn't stop the shaking in his voice as he moved from behind his brother, to standing in front, meeting Dean's bruised, and bloody face, that now had tears rolling down.

"Dean." That was the only thing Sam could seem to get passed his lips, as he watched his brother break into sobs. Tears falling down his cheeks. Body shaking with each gasped breath. There was no attempt to hide it or atleast that Sam could see, and instead Dean broke, continuing to sob even as Sam stepped closer, unsure what to do.

When was the last time he'd seen his brother cry. Fourteen maybe. In total he could count the times on his fingers, six being about their mother, and one because Sam had gotten hit bad in a hunt, and ended up in the hospital.

Each time had been tears, silent and slow.

Nothing like this. Broken. Shattered. Each gasped sob piercing Sam's heart.

"Hey," Sam finally began trying to keep his own voice steady despite his hammering heart, speaking the same Dean would to him any time he cried. "You're okay."

Another choked breath came from Dean, as he only shook his head, tears continuing to roll down his face. "He- he found us-" another heart shattering gasp. "Sam."

Without a second hesitation Sam took a step forward, wrapping his arms around Dean. His own heart hammering as he felt Dean's body shake in his arms, his brothers sob becoming slightly muffled as Dean buried his face into Sam's shoulder.

"He found us," Dean sobbed again, voice nothing short of broken. "He found us- Sammy."

That was the last thing spoken for what felt like hours, Sam's heart breaking further with each sob that passed Dean's lips, his own breaths struggling to stay steady. He didn't move. He didn't speak. Only listening to Dean cry, feeling the shaking of his body until Dean slowly raised his head, tears now staining his bruised and bloody face.

Sam let his arms fall back to his side, gaze staying on Dean's face no matter how much it hurt, though Dean's own gaze stayed locked on the floor. "Dad," Sam whispered, voice seeming to hang in the now silent room. "He did all this cause what he found you guys with some dope?

"He didn't find us smoking, he found us-" Dean's eyes squeezed shut, a shaken breath parting his lips. "He found us in bed together."

Sam opened his mouth though no words came, eyes frozen on his brother waiting for the 'I'm joking', the cocky grin that would spread across his lips, anything, though none of it came. Sam's own mind buzzing with no thought clear other than Dean, and Lee. Together.

Dean who had hooked up with more girls than towns they lived in. Who spat slurs like it was nothing. Who was as far as Sam had ever thought was nothing short of straight.

Apparently not.

Sam's mouth closed, only to open again, continuing to stare at his brother. "You and Lee-" He finally mustered, "For how long?"

"Three years."

Sam gave the smallest nod of his head, not that Dean would see as the other kept his gaze firmly on the ground. "So what? Dad found you two together and-" The next word stayed stuck, refusing to come, not that Sam even wanted it to.

Beat you.

Whipped you.

Almost killed you.

"After the case dad wanted to do some gambeling, so we got a hotel in LA." Sam took a breath, the air barely coming, his lungs burning. "He came back sooner than we'd expected and found us." Dean closed his eyes. "He tossed Lee out, before..."

"Dean-"

Dean's eyes opened, meeting Sam's. His usual pale skin was now rimmed in red, eyes hazy from unfallen tears, though a smirk tugged at his lips. "Luckily I hadn't gotten to the taking off the underwear part, or you know." Dean's gaze dropped to his crotch, before looking back to Sam with a raised eyebrow. "might have lost something a bit more important."

For a moment Sam let the smallest smile tug at his lips, before he slowly sat next to his brother. He kept his gaze on his bed sheets, studying the blue fabric. For a breath. Then another. His gaze finally looked back to Dean, his stomach twisting as he was met with Dean's bruised face. He'd seen a bit of John's abuse, as much as Dean would let him, though none of it, over the six years Sam had known about it, was as bad as this. Not even close.

Though most of the bruises were large, up close Sam could see smaller ones. Hickeys that scattered across his collar bones, and lower neck. "Why are you still living with him?" Sam finally mustered. "You're old enough to leave. You don't even have to quit hunting, Lee's a hunter, he knows the life."

"We aren't dating," Dean replied, tone suddenly harsher than before, underlined with something that Sam couldn't quite explain. "It was just a few dumb hookups."

"Well you could start." Dean didn't reply, Sam's gaze staying locked on his brother as Dean's dropped. "Does Lee know about dad?"

Sam doubted it.

"I'm staying with dad."

"Dean-"

"I'm not just leavin' him after one bad night."

"One bad night?" Sam cried, no longer able to, or caring to keep his voice steady. "Dean look at yourself, this isn't a bad night!"

Dean only shook his head pushing himself from the bed. There was a stumble to his stance, Sam's arms tensign to reach out though he quickly recovered his balance. "Can we not talk about him right now?" It wasn't a question, and Sam knew that. "I need a shower."

"We can talk in the morning," Sam suggested. "You could stay the night."

The smallest smile tugged at Dean's lips, though that brought no ease to Sam's still twisting stomach. "Whatever you want doctor phil."

Sam didn't reply, instead watching with concern as his brother turned away, walking across Sam's small dorm room and to the conjoined bathroom. "Sam," Sam hummened in response, gaze meeting Dean's as his brother turned to face him. "Who's Jess?"

Without hesitation Sam grabbed the pillow from the end of his bed. He threw it towards Dean as harshly as he could, though Dean stepped into the bathroom, dodging it with a laugh.

"Go fuck yourself!"

Maybe if Sam hadn't been so controlled by his worry for his brother he would have forced Dean to talk once he'd finished his shower.

Maybe if Sam hadn't needed time to figure out exactly what he wanted to say he would have forced Dean to talk after he finished stitching a particularly bad cut.

Maybe if he hadn't been so tired he would have realized that he should have talked to dean that night, because when morning came, Dean, and any sign that he had once beem there, was gone.

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural fic #Sam and dean fic #sam and dean #deans bisexual

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pastel-galaxy · 4 years

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Piece of a Puzzle (NCT DREAM OT7)

Tags: Angst; Apocalypse AU; Character death; I cried while writing this; gunshots; mentions of blood

The sky above loomed an eery grey, as if one big cloud hung over the entire planet at one time. The sun peeked through just enough for it not to be midnight-dark, but there was more suspenseful color in the air than there was on a normal day.

Back when normal days were a thing, of course.

Jaemin had barely looked up in the past two hours as he sat on a log, hands covered in the blood of the large rabbit he was busy skinning. Jisung had caught it early that morning, while he and Jeno were out on a hunt. The look of excitement on the youngers face as he proudly held the dead animal up like a trophy warmed Jaemin’s heart. There was no way he could’ve said no to taking care of the dirty work for the younger, even if it was his day off.

Just a few feet away, emerging from the tents were Renjun and Haechan, seemingly to be in the middle of a childish argument over God knows what. Atleast they were awake now, Jaemin thought as he peered over at a grumpy Mark, who had failed to say even a single word to him that morning. And now, even as they began to approach mid-afternoon, and the two hunters tried to initiate conversation with him, the elder still refused to even spare a glance at anything except the piece of wood he was chipping with his pocket knife to look like some kind of animal.

Of course everyone just brushed it off as Mark being in one of his moods. That tends to happen when you practically mother a group full of boys who still had yet to fully mature in the middle of a worldwide apocolypse, but Jaemin couldn’t recall the last time it was this serious. He was so focused on the aggressive silence of the elder, that he didn’t even notice when Chenle had sat down beside him until his name was being called.

“Jaemin-ah? Hyung?” Said boys head snapped towards the direction of the voice, eyes meeting Chenle’s concerned ones. How long had he been staring at Mark?

“What’s wrong?” The younger asked, taking the mauled rabbit and knife from Jaemin’s hands to finish skinning it himself. Jaemin let him, deciding his fingers had been sliced enough from being so distracted. He hesitated to say anything, not wanting to cause a scene or make Chenle and the others worry over something that would probably turn out to be Jaemin’s imagination.

“Don’t say anything,” He started, watching as the look on Chenle’s face turned from that of confusion to curiosity.

“but have you noticed Mark looking a little...off..today?”

Chenle looked over at the boy mentioned, scanning his eyes over his hunched figure, how he was still ignoring the boys on either side of him, now joined by Jeno and Jisung on Renjun’s side. His cheeks looked to be even more defined than usual, and when Chenle finally caught a glimpse at the once round, gleaming eyes of his friend, he noticed circles the size of golfballs clinging to the skin under his now gloomy, foggy orbs.

Chenle visibly cringed, wondering how in the hell he hasn’t noticed until now. Mark looked like shit, to put it lightly. Sickly. And the boys didn’t like it at all. They were so used to the happy Mark, the one who openly smiled and offered encouraging words to bring light to a situation. The one who was constantly working on something, some kind of plan to accomplish some stupid task that wasn’t even all that important. The one who would always be the first to step up when one of the younger ones were sick or upset. Always the one to break up a fight. To make sure they all kept their heads on their shoulders, seeing as it wasn’t that easy to do in a world like this one.

In short, Mark was not acting like Mark. And Mark, NEVER didn’t act like Mark. Jaemin knew he had to do something.

“Hey guys,” Jaemin called to the four boys sitting on either side of his gloomy friend. They all turned their head to look at him, attention finally straying from their deep conversation, to which Mark was probably grateful.

“Can you four go refill our water bottles? We’re sort of running low on clean water.” Jaemin nodded over to the pile of empty plastic bottles sitting in one of the open tents. The group didn’t bother to question the sudden request, not when it was given by Jaemin. Word on the street is that he can get a little scary when mad...atleast that’s what Jisung said. Grabbing their respected items of defense, with Renjun carrying the bag of empty bottles, the crew set off into the trees in hopes to finish before the sun begins to set.

That left just the three of them. Jaemin, Chenle, and Mark.

Silence stretched over the three of them. For how long, Jaemin couldn’t tell. He just knew his chest ached every time his heart slammed itself against his ribs like a wrecking ball. He was so nervous, but he didn’t even know why. He was sure Mark was going to be fine. Wasn’t he? Eventually, he broke the silence, knowing they were on a time limit with the other boys being gone.

“Mark..” He began, startling even at his own voice. The older looked up at mention of his name, face tired and unammused. Uninterested. He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement, but offered nothing more as a response. Jaemin could see that this wasn’t going to be easy. Not with the way it felt like Mark could pounce at any moment. Chenle must have felt it too, being as he seemed visibly tensed, eyes trained on the boy sitting across from them with intensity. Jaemin took a deep breath, turning his words over and over in his head.

"Mark you've been acting a little..different lately. Me and Chenle have been kind of worri-"

"I'm bit." Mark spits, his eyes somehow growing even darker than they already were.

The two younger males were taken aback by the sudden confession. Chenle hears Jaemin gasp from beside him, but it's almost like his own body has frozen despite himself. He's not sure how to react, or if he even should. It's obvious what this meant. They would have to kill Mark, or else he would turn. And judging by the fact that Mark has been acting this way for over a day now, they didn't have much time left. The real question is, do they do it while the rest of the crew were gone, or wait for them to come back and say their goodbyes?

In the midst of the silence, Jaemin speaks up.

"I'm sorry." He mutters, an obvious waver in his voice as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Both Chenle and Mark hear their hearts break at that, their own eyes becoming rimmed with red, irises glossy.

"Can we see it?" Chenle asks, not knowing anything else to say. That and, well, maybe a small part of him wanted this to all be a trick, a misunderstanding. He hoped that maybe it was just a large snake bite, or skin infection. Which weren't necessarily good things, but they were better than the idea of one of his best friends being bit.

But as Mark slowly lifted the left leg of his baggy cargo's, all hope vanished from within Chenle's chest. The bite..it was there. Unmistakable. And it was nasty. Scabbed, ragged skin surrounded the area of the bite. An unmistakable imprint of an almost-full set of teeth set in a perfect circle. Bits of skin were missing from Mark's calf, scratches from the creatures hands pulling hungrily at his flesh, indents where it's long, dirty nails having dug so deeply into the limb. Chenle had to struggle to quickly swallow down the remenants of his lunch that threatened to come back up.

In that moment, the atmosphere seemed to get that much more sullen. It feels as if the sky is hanging merely inches above their heads, pressing in on them as their lungs slowly squeeze in on themselves. It felt as if the youngest's heart had gone from a stable position to now swinging helplessly back and fourth on an unraveling string. As for Jaemin...it didn't feel like his heart was beating at all anymore. Like something had taken ahold of it, strangled it to stillness. This couldn't be happening. Not to Mark. Not to one of their friends. They look out for each other. Things like this didn't happen to their group. Atleast, not until now they didn't.

"What are we going to do?" Jaemin mutters, but he already knew what they had to do. It had been too long since the incident for amputation to be of any help. There was no way to stop it. It was only a matter of time before the infection reached Mark's brain and he would turn. The only way around that, was to kill Mark before the infection did.

They had to kill their best friend.

The three of them sat in a heavy silence for who knows how long. Their thoughts were everywhere, hearts sulking in theirs chests. Mark continued quietly carving the morsel of wood in his hands, which now, Chenle could see, was a resemblance of the piece of a puzzle. The rabbit from earlier was long forgotten, its pelt lying on the ground by Chenle's feet and the rest of its skinless body lying limply on the log beside the hand he leaned on.

Before they knew it, it was almost dark outside, and the rest of the boys had returned. The bottles that Renjun layed out onto the ground (Haechan must've made him carry the bag on their way back) were mostly full. The water in them was still a little cloudy, but nothing really harmful. Mark could physically feel his heart break as he watched them smile and joke around with each other. They amazed him everyday, with how they managed to stay so bright and youthful in this shithole of a world. What shattered him, though, was that he was probably going to be the one to ruin that happiness and carelessness within the next few minutes.

Mark was the first one to call out to them, voice absent from any enthusiasm, but still accented with the adoration he had for the rest of them.

"Guys." One word was all it took to get four heads to snap towards the eldest of the group.

"Can you come here for a second. We need to have a talk.." He looked down, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his arms hang between them, his head dipping lower than before. Jisung and Jeno shared a look, worry creasing their brows as they approached the rest of their friends, sitting down together on an empty log. Once everyone was situated and at attention, Mark breathed in deeply through his nose. His eyes focused on the fire in front of them all, not having the guts to look up and meet his friends..his brothers eyes.

"So yesterday..or was it the day before?" Mark wondered aloud, not remembering what day he ventured off on. It didn't matter, he eventually decided, shaking his head.

"When I was out looking for supplies, I got mobbed." He explained, listening to the rustle of clothes as one of the boys shifted uncomfortably. Probably Haechan. He didn't like when things got serious like this.

Mark continued, keeping his eyes trained on the wild blaze beating heat towards his face.

"I tried to fight them off, get out of there. But there were too many. There was no way in hell I could have fought them all off. So I ran. And tripped." He scoffed, replaying the memory like a movie in his head. From the corner of his eye, he could see Renjun lift his hand to cover his mouth as he gasped to himself.

"One of those nasty fuckers grabbed onto my leg. I kicked and kicked and kicked..but it had already sunken it rotten jaws into me. Deep..." He quieted down, feeling like his chest was being crushed by an invisible weight. Once again, he slowly rolled up the leg of his pants, revealing the gory monstrosity overtaking his leg.

"Mark.." Came a whimper. One look up easily revealed the culprit: Teary eyed, red faced, obviously distraught, youngest Jisung. That was the last thing Mark needed to see in order to feel the last pieces of his heart to shatter and fall. He felt his own eyes getting teary, and he had to bite his lip to keep it from quivering. He felt rage bubble up inside him towards himself and his clumsiness.

"I'm sorry.." He whispers, not caring about the pathetic crack in his voice.

"You have to kill me."

"No.." Haechan whispers.

"No, please no.." Mark couldn't control his tears anymore, his hand reaching up to aggressively run through his hair. When he looked up, Jeno was gone. Probably angry. At Mark, at himself, at the world. Chenle got up to go after him, make sure he didn't do anything stupid and get himself put in the same position as Mark.

He felt so horrible. He knew these kids looked up to him, depended on him. And he failed them. Not long from now, he won't be there to protect them anymore. And it was all his fault. Mark hated himself. They all sat with their heads down, trying their best to thoroughly absorb the horrid situation. There was no way to fix it, no way to stop it from happening, no way to keep Mark alive and human at the same time. Killing him was the only available route.

Renjun took a deep breath, reaching behind him to pull his gun from the holster on his belt. He studied it in his hands, pulling the chamber out to check the number of bullets he had before pushing it back in. He could feel everyone else's eyes on him, feel how stale the atmosphere had gotten one they saw the steel object. However no one spoke up a protest, all of them beyond the point of naive denial. If they had to murder their best friend, their leader, they might as well make it as quick and as painless as possible. His sad eyes lifted to meet the eldests, who nods, lips pursed, gaze filled with devastation.

They both stand up, everyone else looking up helplessly. Jisung audibly whimpered, more tears streaking his burning face. Haechan was crying now too, his hair a mess from his hands tugging at it repeatedly. Mark looked at them with a sad smile, opening up his arms for a hug. Jisung quickly stood up, walking speedily into his brothers arms and holding him as close as humanly possible. He sobbed into Mark's shoulder, tears and snot soaking into the thin material of his shirt. His hands gripped the back of it in his fists, knuckles turning white with the sheer strength of it. He shook with multiple emotions, his heart stinging at Mark's whispered words.

"Be good for me, maknae."

After Jisung finally was able to step away, it was Haechan's turn to have his last embrace with Mark. His puffy eyes squeezed shut as he wrapped his arms around Mark's shoulders, a few broken sobs echoing through the trees as Mark places his hand on the back of Haechan's head, petting his hair and affectionately squeezing the back of his neck. Haechan mumbled incoherent pleads and apologies into his friend's neck, legs wobbling as his body began to lose strength.

Mark stepped back first, taking Haechan by the shoulders. He had always been just a smidge closer with Haechan than the others, a stronger, unexplainable connection bounding them by the hip. It broke Mark's heart to see his closest friend this broken. Gently, he reached down into his pocket and pulled out the wooden puzzle piece from his pocket, placing it in the palm of Haechan's hand with a soft smile. Haechan looked up at him with big, teary eyes, before closing his hand around the charm and holding it to his chest.

The only one left, besides Renjun, was Jaemin. He had remained quiet this whole time, refusing to look up and keeping his face void of emotion. Mark sighed, walking over to take a seat beside the boy, throwing his arm around his shoulder to pull the boy towards himself. Jaemin rested his head on Mark's arm, blinking back the tears and trying to ignore the sheer heaviness in his chest. Mark placed his chin on the youngers head, using his hand to pet the side of his growing hair.

"It's gonna be fine. You guys are going to be fine. You're some of the strongest boys I've ever known. Just keep your heads up. I need you to be strong for me; I'm putting you in charge of taking my place. You gotta look after these kids now, okay? Can I trust you?" Mark pulled back to meet Jaemin's eyes, watching as he nodded with determination.

"Good. Keep them in line. And all of you, behave." Mark smiled at the others, standing back up and walking to where Renjun was solemnly standing. Together, they began walking out towards the line of the woods, still clutching knives, as the sky was now dark and the biters would probably soon be out for blood.

They were just about to enter the trees when someone yelled out at them from behind. Both of them turned around, beholding the returned figures of Jeno and Chenle jogging over to them. Mark smiled, taking a few steps to meet them halfway. He opened his arms again and took them both at once, hands on the back of their heads as they buried their faces in his shoulders. His chest ached with the knowledge that this will be the last time he sees his group, last time he will feel their embrace. He just wished things could be different...

A few seconds later, all too short, they pulled away from each other. Everyone was sniffling, trying hard to be strong until Mark left. They were already feeling the newfound emptiness within the group as soon as Renjun and Mark disappeared into the sea of trees, only one of them bound to return. As soon as Mark was out of sight, all of them sat in silence, thinking. The only sound that could be heard was the croaking of midnight frogs and the distant groaning of dead people within the forest.

Elsewhere, Mark and Renjun walked as deep as they could into the darkness, chatting softly about everything and nothing. Mark knew Renjun was trying to be strong for him, for the others, and he was mighty grateful for that. Their eyes trained on the dim light the dying flashlight provided for them, weaving their way through the taller grass and tricky potholes until they decided they were a safe distance from the camp. Wordlessly, Mark walked over to a larger tree and sat down in front of it. He took off his jacket and held it out on front of him.

"Here, I won't need it anymore." He chuckles sadly, watching as Renjun wrapped nimble fingers around the material and wrapped it around his waist.

"Thanks. I'll give it to Jisung, or Haechan. They'll probably appreciate it the most." Renjun whispers, giving Mark his best smile. A little crooked, a little fake, but a smile nonetheless. Mark nods, taking a deep inhale as his eyes train on the gun rested in Renjun's holster. This was it. He's about to take his last breath.

Mark looks down, reaching over and rubbing the material of his pants that layed over the bite, wincing when it catches and pulling away. His whole body had begun feeling sickly since this morning, and he knew it wasn't going to get better. His eyes scanned around the forest around him, admired the stars in the sky and the moon that illuminated slivers of the ground where it slipped through the branches and leaves above. A cock of a gun brought his attention back to Renjun, who now held the gun in both hands, pointing it at the ground for now.

"We're gonna miss you, y'know." Renjun says, voice slightly quivering. Mark nods, another sad smile lifting his prominant cheek bones just a bit higher.

"Just don't forget me." He chuckles, pulling a bit of grass out of the ground and tearing it apart with his fingers. Renjun scoffs, kicking some dirt towards the others face with a smirk.

"Wouldn't happen. Not with the way you annoyed us on a daily basis." He remarks, laughing as Mark looks up at him dejectedly.

"You loved me." He defends, throwing his grass at Renjun, only for it to fall to the ground just before him. They both laugh for a second, before it dies down until they were both surrounded by silence again.

"This is it. You ready?" The younger asks, twisting the pistol in his hands. Mark nods, a soft 'yeah' barely being audible even with the deafening silence draped over them.

"I love you, Mark Lee." Renjun says, his hands now aiming the barrel of the gun in the direction of his friend.

"I love you too, Huang Renjun. Get back safe, okay?" Mark advises nodding over to the direction of their camp. Renjun nods, his finger drifting up until it rests on the trigger.

"Yes sir. You too." He tears up with those last words, knowing they'll be the last Mark ever hears. He takes a deep breath, watching as Mark lowers his gaze over to the small patch of yellow flowers lingering a few feet away. Finally, as the first tear rolls his cheek, Renjun pulls the trigger, cringing as the sound rings through the air. He staggers back, dropping the gun to the ground below, eyes settling on the now lifeless body of his friend.

His lifeless eyes still lingered on the flowers, blood beginning to the trail down the bridge of his nose. His hair covered the area that the bullet entered, thankfully. His hands rested on the ground by his sides, legs straight out in front of him and his head rested against the back of the tree's trunk. Renjun bites back a sob, stumbling over to Mark's body and slowly drifting his hand over his eyelids, closing his eyes oh so gently.

In the near distance, the boy heard a sinister groan, and he knew he had to get out of there before he got ambushed. Quickly, he ran his thumb against Mark's cold cheek for the last time before replacing his gun onto his waist and rushing back on the trail that they came from. He resisted the urge to look back at his friend, focusing on getting back to the people who probably really needed him right now. Especially after inevitably hearing the gunshot that ended it once and for all.

Just as expected, upon entering the camp he was met with four pairs of watery eyes annd one absent Haechan. He must've gone into his tent, Renjun thinks, and decides he might join him later. He approaches the group huddled by their pathetic fire and pets each of their heads reassuringly.

"He's better now. And he wants us to survive." Is all he says before trudging over to the tent with Haechan's shadow and goes to crawl inside with him.

"Feel free to join us at any time." He calls out behind him, zipping the enter hatch right after and ushering a distraught Haechan into his embrace.

That night, some did join him. Others opted not to go with them but to stick together in their own tent instead. That night, they all mourned over the loss of their dear brother, and found more comfort than ever within each other.

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